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On the Discovery of Cyclone #11 and a Card-Playing Bear . (Limerick) by MacFrantic

Come quick and drink it up fast Wash down all the sea salt and bass For a sailor to sail In a cyclone of ale Will assure a fine mess on the mast If ever a bear did exist Who could trump you so soundly at whist Would you thrown down your cards And let down your guard As to warrant a bite on the wrist

zodiac 5-Apr-04/2:42 PM
I knew this old East German raver
Who'd do me sometimes for a favor
Man, she was so hirsute
That to locate her chute
Took an hour with an electric shaver




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