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Jan 2015
I once ****** a ******* a bike;
And when she asked me if I would like
To do her dear mother
Or her gay little brother
I knew that she must be a ****.
In response to the criticism that a bicycle is not a form of PUBLIC transport, let me explain it was a HIRE bike. And the action took place in public.
Edna Sweetlove
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Edna Sweetlove  London
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