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"46 million babies a year" (Other) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.

Each man kills the Thing he loves, By each let this be heard: He does it when he pulls the chain, And says "Goodbye" to Turd. The coward does it with a brush, The brave man with his paws, The servant does it with a scowl, And yearns for kinder chores. But one man dared to keep His Dung; To tame what He adored. He taught It how to live, and love: That man was Christ our Lord. And even though His Dumpling dried, And perished shortly after, Its passing was to tears of love, And not a toilet's laughter. Yet each man kills the Thing he loves, And every death proclaims: However much you wipe your bum, A moral stain remains.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Sep-05/4:17 AM
It died of exposure.




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