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Oct 2017
Your needles punctured my *** with finality as I wiggled like a bug
in the dirt while you drank tea from a cup before switchin' to a mug
of dog ****, ****** out by a collie, a poodle, a sack of puke or a pug
runnin' up a level hill backwards while shampooing a velveteen rug
Move over & stand aside, I'm spoiling for a fight because no ******
better ever mess with my sacred L.P.G.A. right to dig up Gay Saget
who loved herself on a bus to show the driver her puffy-girl maggot
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š π‘©π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’π’”π’Œπ’š
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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