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COCK (Free verse) by Stephen Robins Oh my cockring!
Thy constriction does sting,
For, to my bellend does cling,
My genital bling.
Up the ladder:
Pedaling West
Down the ladder:
Over you
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Posted: June 29, 2006 2:22 AM PDT; Last modified: June 29, 2006 2:22 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2689414 Overall Rank: 3845 Comments:
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Dovina @ 17.255.240.6
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29-Jun-06/11:18 AM
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You withered old has-been inadequate die-hard.
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Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199
> Dovina
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30-Jun-06/2:34 AM
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What the hell or you one about you visually impaired mess. If we are to enter into a frank exchange of views I would have to remark that your poetry suffocates the essence of being alive and replaces it with the smell of rotting flesh. It is better to have withered than to still be stretching your skin, especially in the vacinity of your corpulent thighs.
Sounds pretty legendary to me.
"Cock" makes me giggle like a 14-yr old. The word, I mean. Only sometimes the appendage.
"Thy," so "doth" to be anal about it? "Bellend does cling/ . . . Genital bling"--hee, nice. Obligatory 10.
Thanks.
You must be some sort of intellectual giant. Not.
Not my strongest work I'll grant you. However your comment is truly the work of some cancer.
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