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| Try our simulator said the death engineer
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| Would it stimulate her any more than what’s here
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| Vibrating the bed became a swirling vortex
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| Johnnying the depths of fun and girling cortex
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| Yes please
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| I am only velveteen she said with a flair
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| Fear not any pain for which I am unprepared
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| Icicled the larynx slid a tongue into me
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| Come and dance she teased as if we hadn’t been hit
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| Handling waist we hard tried not to let go of it
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| Rolling overcomers past alternative will
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| Heads expecting former grati’ication but still
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| Yes please
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| Stopped at they were hanging on for ninesome by gosh
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| Buskers splayed all blood on 3rd Street Promenade
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| Hopping ‘styles attributing to bunnies on fours
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| Dreaming in reverse may well be falling up doors
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| Someone threw an apple at a grandfather guard
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| Someone crossed a t and she should have been at least disbarred
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| Generations squalormander’d after Japan
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| Towns and Easter Island stoning henges again
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| Ending with an ‘atian formed in some other phase
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| Bending over forwards see the back that you made
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| Earning leisure interest I confide you impress
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| There is nothing more to say old Childlike Empress
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| Yes please quoth Tsunami Tah
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