holy mcgod squad of squiddly squuddles
slip me a sly one alone like a dead swordfish
sling a jiggled squiggler a larval mesquiteo
to finally finish and forget my greatest apology
a marriage of one to oneself would be legal
if you could fuck yourself but you cant and thats why i tell you to
and the frogs vagina turned into a chickens vagina
spewing forth forlorn lullabyes of the simple unknowing of perpetual youth
NDW
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