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Apr 2013
Lands of saints and scholars

not for us dog collars

no tying me up

only church wine, I sup

if I’m bound

it’s to the sink

head bowed and shouldn’t think

no *** please, I’m Irish

no flattery, that’s fresh

birth control is down to rhythm

stop those little ***** swimming

not allowed use a ******

I’ll have to take it up the ***
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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