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doug ault
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 Wales
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 Posted - 25 Dec 2011 : 1:09:32 PM
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He laid her on the table,
so white and clean and bare,
his forehead wet with beads of sweat,
he rubbed her here & there.
He touched her neck & felt her breasts,
then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet & all was set,
he gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide,
he looked inside,
all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands,
and stretched his arms
then stuffed the xmas turkey.
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An Xmas Poem
