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The little train that couldJim GoarThe groom a man to fight the night. I’d rather be anywhere in underwear without this hanging shlong oh god! its gone I miss it so. no its not. Excite me please my big toe grows. where it stops I pick my nose. a cabbage grows. a sausage nose! a sausage glows! sniffle sniffle sneeze sneeze. sniffle sniffle sneeze sneeze. keep yr daughters locked inside. keep yr wives close beside. sniffle sniffle sneeze sneeze Jim Goar Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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