Pipe of leaf it is that smoked
a lot of cobb your corn I
poped with fun.
Inside dads mind a kernal of
some truth we all sent back
return reciept to find.
Pleasure cows whom think
to drink from utters lake
once dry forever flowed.
Enter sand from hand to toss
with grass such wind a storm
of flatulence when burped the
tast is grand.
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