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Talking with god
Talking with god.
She reckoned she had been short-changed
When bosoms were allotted
So down she went on bended knee
To pray to him above;
"Your tits are fine," is all he said
And she replied, "Get knotted."
Saturday 16th February 2019 2:30 pm

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