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16 October 2010

Smear the queer

Got nutmeg lunngs
Looking for your pixelated
visage on Kinsey's
scale, you
elude
The eye
Remember when we played smear
the queer?
You weren't as hot then
Seasons go
You won't be hot then
Freckled pot bellied
wreck of muscle
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