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Married at fourteen, A whisper in a ram's horn, From ****** bliss To spit up and **** In less than a year. Add ten more years, Seven babies, And fifty tons of laundry. "Ma, "Da says the taters gone bad." Could death be more happy?
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Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 9:23 AM UTC
Taters Gone Bad
Married at fourteen, A whisper in a ram's horn, From ****** bliss To spit up and **** In less than a year. Add ten more years, Seven babies, And fifty tons of laundry. "Ma, "Da says the taters gone bad." Could death be more happy?
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Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 9:23 AM UTC
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