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The boy stood on the burning deck, His ******** to the mast, A very wise precaution When Oscar Wilde went past. But Oscar was a wily chap And threw the lad a fritter; And when he stooped to pick it up Oscar ****** him up the *******
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Oscar
The boy stood on the burning deck, His ******** to the mast, A very wise precaution When Oscar Wilde went past. But Oscar was a wily chap And threw the lad a fritter; And when he stooped to pick it up Oscar ****** him up the *******
edna-sweetlove
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
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