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Come on, for your great pleasure, a little something I wrote a year ago... I will not comment on the origins of the poem ;-)
Fuck the bad days, you're not my love.... You arrive without warning, when nothing can help me. My intestines you dilate, My buttocks you spread, The path you will dig, Just to go swimming. And it amuses you too, to blow my anus, Then to go down loudly, Accompanied by a fragrant flow. But you do not triumph, for I am the king, Who with great satisfaction will drown you in the depths!
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