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Post by Jizzy Judy on Nov 1, 2010 15:38:52 GMT
You look up to the stars
And shut your eyes tight
Just in case
They faeces (or poo-poos) down on you
Splashing your pupils
With stellar excrement.
make love roughly it all.
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Post by Stanley Brown on Nov 2, 2010 15:47:09 GMT
This is purest filth why do you not use the talent God has given to write nice things such as one might find methinks in a Xmas card - Thankyou. Stanley.
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Post by spamheid on Nov 22, 2010 14:56:15 GMT
A poem of purest beauty.
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