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Junky, a man, with a pesticide can, spilled the dust, in a gust, and it whirled through his brainpan.
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And his sphincter arose, like a waking rose, and whispered a jig, like Christ in the pokey, you dig.
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| Let go the jelly, twixt your colon and belly, and let's teach our asshole to sing! | |
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| But it only barks thunder, and tears ass asunder, and it can't be taught nary a thing! | |
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And the Interzone faded, the demons quite sated, and Junky, a man, with a pesticide can, contemplated.
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| As soon as I can, I must try that again! | |
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