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Apr 2014
My knifes so blunt my brother comments,
He could ride bare arsed to London on it,
When he tries to carve the meat,
He has to just admit defeat,
The wrestling match began with hope,
Jokes come fast, there's so much scope,
Beads of sweat come on his brow,
Cursing starts, he's ******* now,
I really ought to buy some more,
Not laugh myself onto the floor. :)
Jane dale
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Jane dale  Cambridgeshire, England
(Cambridgeshire, England)   
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