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| Ok Sweetie, I'll read you one of my poems about someone very special, but then you have to go straight to bed. | |
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| An old ***** who was smoking a blunt, Fucked four men to ***** a stunt, But her partion split, the blood,_jism_and_****, Dribbled out of her torn gaping ****. | |
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| Daaaaddy! Gross! Who's that about? | |
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| Your mother of course! What? You think the ****in stork brought you? | |
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