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John and his Journey.

There once was a man named John He was gay and wished he wasn't So he decided to try something new He married a woman he raised all the goats, prostitutes, and prostitute goats His face formed a straight toothed smile covering a shadowed tear his circuits failed to reach a lightbulb and no connection was made now he was in prison for holding an illegal human trafficking ring and the prostitute goats were allowed to roam free. sometimes you can still hear them calling out to their owner John.
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Written by
ThatDumbKid
122 / Other / My Basement
Published
Sep 8, 2020
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15·90
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Such a sad story

based on this old poem

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3031425/my-name-is-john/

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#goat#prostitute#prostitutegoat#goatprostitute#bad#good
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