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| I wrote a poem for you Mrs. Wilmington, would you like to hear it? | |
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| Okay, here goes... Take off your top, your pants: drop. This crab has got to grab. I'd be a buffoon not to squeeze your balloons so let me do that soon. | |
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| But that's only the first half!!! | |
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| Goodbye Meyers. Take care of the baby. I'll see you this afternoon. | |
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