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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.
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