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I’ve caught ewe-plunder-guy’s ‘skin
Hive spots brew – deep in ‘that part’ of me
And weep while they smart on that
really ‘guy-part’ of me
I’ve wrought ewe-plunder-guy’s sin

I tried so – not to shiv quim
I said to myself--somewhat sheepishly:
“I’m *so goin’ to hell*…”
But ‘my-guy’ couldn’t resisit that
‘Dolly’ down in the dell…
Now I’ve wrought ewe–plunder-guy’s sin

I’d Neospore’ anything ‘come what might’
For the sake of having your rear
In spite of a warning rash that
throbs in the night
As you bleat, re-bleat in my ear:
“Don’t you know your tool’s
a ‘manthraxed’ has-been?”
“Choosing beast’ality’s – cost your vitality!”

And each hind pursued’s
wrought more rot of ewe
Now I ‘flop’ – before I begin
Because I’ve caught ‘ewe–plunder-guy’ ‘skin!

Though I’m not Jew – sunderd’s my ‘skin

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