Cot a Weeper!
¶ 1
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The ref gave them a key frick,
Bust outside the jocks.
The biker stood there strightly,
Sulling up his pox.
¶ 2
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The ref then woo his blistle,
The striker chaited weerfully,
Then shit a hot, a shighty mot,
The wall then farted peerfully.
¶ 3
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The leaper was quite akert though,
And skived with lots of dill.
He shipped the pot around the toast,
And skept the core knee-thrill.
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