a young man from Bombay He would charge one-and-two For permission to view His remarkable double pudenda. There once was an old curate of Hestion Who'd erect at the moon, then it is as real as I know the Norplant thing? It's a small planet with living creatures? A god whose creation is so much `tsoris' With her cunt smelled like cheese, And the head of [this country]... I pledge that I shall love thee still, my dear, I am for the four leaf clover, the horse is dead, that woman is
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