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Jun 2017
At 106 artiste Tyrus Wong croaked forever, 'cause the ***** weren't
too overly clever. He'd occasionally puke on putrefied catfish heads
just like a Củ Chi Tunnel hiding, Uncle ** fearin,' Viet Cong ****.
Your beautiful eyebrows drawn-on make my **** quiver like the ice
& wet snow on my **** makes the hole of whole **** shakily shiver
& wet snow on my **** makes the whole of **** hole shakily shiver
& **** sleet on my **** makes the whole of **** rim hazily deliver
& the dam sleet on a **** makes 10 whole **** clam quakily deliver
"Here's to the best of times, George Washington!" retorted the slave
teen who was bigger, as Martha mounted their blackest buck ******
"Here's to the best time ever, John Adams!" bemoaned house slaves
with boy jitters who took it bigger from their tar baby's buck ******
In total darkness I felt the quiverin' of your huge, stationary lard ***
followed by the prison cussin' of a prisoner's probationary hard sass
that upholds the right, of close-shaven-Brazilian-bikini-clad bathing
chicks 'neath sheets on the beach, to a handy 4 vinegar-strokes each
π‘Ίπ˜Άπ˜»π˜Ί π‘©π˜¦π˜³π˜­π˜ͺ𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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