Ths is no big thing
But I won't buy that
You gave me the shaft
That badly screwed and blued
I had never been before
And perhaps wouldn't be
After I saw you knee-deep
In love with your main squeeze
To whom I could give
As a gift one rod to blow up
His brains in a jiff
As to you: some go-pills
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