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Mar 2020
roses are red,
violets are blue,
I've got five fingers and the middle ones in you

oh so deep
then I realised it was in a sheep
I quickly ran
then I went into a ram

it was traumatised
it had to have counselling
it had to even start selling
Written by
Charles the shaman
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       no, Mandalina, Opilo Enock, V, Max Neumann and 1 other
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