gentlemen gods
they fed the baby in the arms of the lady where tonight laughters how
tried the epitomic opera of the happy thoughtcrap cow
low was the engine volume, he stepped outside and called the sun
every baby jumped over the moon and invented mankind fun
ask the little child in your big belly, magic dream!
if we could sew a pampers right and let them all pick what would it seem?
once per week historical day, the babies choose the softest tissue
mother happy, gets a mon cheri from dr bluelove and his issue!
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