The pornographers poem
Look in that tasty mirror some more
Her hair arched like the rivers of Gore
And her tit exposed like jellybeans
Clearly nothing under those jeans
And whats the fun in being a nun?
And having tits like ack ack guns
If you cant go to church topless with tassels
Without getting hassles from the man without shackles.
Her prepubescent promiscuity
And...
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