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gay collier

way high on brecon beacons,

amid the rain and sleet,

along came a ***** ole collier,

with wellies on his feet.

 

i said, you ***** ole collier,

my wife is fast asleep,

she's always got an headache,

please help me catch a sheep.

 

i am a ***** ole collier,

my name is slimy sam,

but you see i'm gay boy,

so lets go catch a ram.

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Feb 16, 2010
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