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Jan 2013
My little friend
My tickle stick
My happy unatached rubber ****.
Don't have to cook or talk to you
Just flick the switch and off you go!
A shimmer here a tingle there
Oh Mr Shake you take me there
Then when I'm done its wipe you clean
Then pop you in my drawer again.
I don't have to call to phone or chat
Or score your visit in my bed
Batteries cost about a pound
For mummy your just superman!
I had a thought and ran with it!
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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