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Dec 2010
Got it in my sweaty hand,
ee ba gum lad, Ain't 't grand,
golden cone of foreign growth,
it's mine now, not just some or most.

Pop the end and squeeze it out,
whoops too much, shh! Do not shout.
Think I talk of sinful things?
That leave me ******* with dark eye-rings?
My life to waste?

Na, *******,
please don't feel distaste,
Denise just gave me a half!
Of a tube of henna paste!

He He He, squidgey fun on my tum,
because I cannot henna my B.U.M.
I am not to write ****wit on my heid.
jeremy wyatt
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jeremy wyatt  With Fairy Lu in Dunblane
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