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His loins, a distant lass was attractin'.
That was, a'fore the ice started crackin'.
The lake, in lust, he tried to cross,
but his footing was lost,
now a microscope couldn't see what he's packin'.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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