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Apr 2015
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Behold !

The massive throbbing *****

Hanging from the heavens

That are seen thru the depths

Reverberating in blue Eyes !

//

Above the mighty Healing Hands

Whose touch is Purest Ecstacy

Upon Golden *******

of subtlest Nurturing Power

to feed the World

//

And when the mighty *****

comes into the Sacred Entering Place

and there is the

Pump Pump Pump

and the

Bump Bump  Bump

and we grind away

With an oohing and an aahing

Til we are satiated and spent

And there is but one thing left

To make it all complete

//

To turn to another person at the party
And say

WON'T YA PASS ME THE WHISKEY BOTTLE

PLEASE ?
Written by
jeffrey robin
405
   --- and Scott T
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