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Friday, January 05, 2007

Check out this song...

There was an old farmer who lived by a rock,
he sat in the meadow 'a shaking his-
fist at some boys who were down by the crick,
their feet in the water their hands on their-
marbles and playthings in them days of yore.
there came a young lady she looked like a-
pretty young creature she sat on the grass,
she pulled up her dress and showed us her-
ruffles and laces and white puffy duck,
she said she was learning a new way to-
bring up her children and learn them to knit,
while the boys in the barnyard were shoveling-
refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt,
while the girl in the meadow was rubbing her-
eyes at the fellow as girls sometimes do,
to make it quite clear that she wanted to-
go for a nice pleasant stroll on the grass,
then hurry back home for a nice piece of-
ice cream and cake that stood three layers tall,
and after dessert she was ready to-
go for another walk down by the dock,
with any young man with a sizable-
roll of one hundreds and a big bulge up front,
if he'd ask politely she'd show him her-
little pet dog who was subject to fits,
and maybe she'd let him grab hold of her-
small tender hands with a movement so quick,
that she'd bend on over and suck on his-
soda so sweetly til she finished it,
then pull down her panties and rub on her-
hip that she bruised when she ran down the halls,
cause he tried to force her to lick on his-
candy so tasty made of butterscotch,
and then he spread whipped cream all over her-
cookies that she had been baking all night,
If you think this is dirty, you're f***ing well right!!!

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