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Look Here

Look here.  I've been admiring the spectacle  

of Ng’s bare **** Yes,

this is simply because I have to say

Ng’s bare **** is magnificent.

It’s not a bouncing Botticelli but it’s

a slim, firm bottom, subtly rounded,

real split peach and cream stuff.

And Ng at the other end

is a real nice girl, too!

She's my friend, see?

 

But back to Ng’s bare **** Let's stay focused.

I contemplate this vision,

along with the meaning of life,

quite often in broad daylight

with a slash of sunlight across her little buns.

This is more profound than the Tait, the Louvre,

the Met, the Frick, the Neue, the Helly, the Hermitage or even

the Natty Portrait Gallery all bunged in together.

Ng's bare **** is also better, by far,

than anything you'll see at the Bolshoi or La Scala.

 

I’m amazed at how much I’m amazed by

this work of art. It’s awesome.

And I betcha the most famous galleries would

fall over themselves to display this finest little **** that is,

if the world wasn't so hung up with hypocrisy and hysteria,

yeah, it'd be heaps more famous than the Mona Lisa.

 

Mike T Minehan

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Mar 20, 2013
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