19-12-2007, 10:57
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Christmas Poem
He laid her on the table
so clean and white and bare
His forhead wet with beads of sweat
He rubbed her here and there
He touched her neck and felt her breast
Then,drooling, felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide,he looked inside
But all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms
And then he stuffed the turkey.
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