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The little train that could

Jim Goar

The 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

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