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a Beautiful Song (make up your own tune)
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I think I shall never see, a poem lovely as a shit.
A tree whose hungry tit is pressed against the Earth's sweet hairy breast,
A tree that looks at Steve Fish all day and lifts her cute girls to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear, a nest of fingers in her glasses.
Upon whose scare snow has lain.
Who intimately lives with balls.
Teeth are made by fools like me, but only toes can make a toe.
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