Poetry Time
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Wont you wash that greasy beaver
I called green peace
They don't want a piece of that greasy beaver
Your sister is an otter
Swimming in the remnants
Of your rural poop water shit creek
That swamp ass gives me diaper rash
As uncomfortable as your vagina makes me
Then we make love
Slap your tail against my log
Build a dam in my prostate
I'm all stopped up
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