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| 12 Nov 2011 12:43 AM |
| Let me spurt, baby/ I need to dump some place/ Maybe your face/ Or legs teeming/ With what is perceived as a bacterium/ Bacterium of life/ In what I spurt/ Oh Henry, you are the star of the masquerade/ I think I will parade you/ With vigor/ When your body is full of rigor/ And your eyes filmed. |
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| 12 Nov 2011 12:48 AM |
roses are red
violets are blue
and so are you |
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