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Poetic T Oct 2014
Little Bow Peep
Told everyone she had lost her
Sheep*
And didnt know where to
"Find them"
She had slaughtered them
All of them for
Chops
&
Kebab meat
And sold the wool to china,
Little
Bow
Peep
Told no one of the secret
She so secretly did keep,
To why the  sheep had gone missing
Killing any and all from finding.
She was a
Chick
With
A
****
And had a fetish obsession of the sheep,
She was meant to looking after.
Peep Merrily nailed each and
Everyone of them,
Not
Once
Not
Twice
More like half a dozen times,
Sometimes cuddled up with
Her **** still inside them.
So when eating
Chops
Or
Kebeb
With chips, if tasting a little salty,
Then Little Bow Peep
Had slept with that sheep
And ******* inside them.
Didn't like how they worded or the structure so rewriting them..

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