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The Young Girl From Khartoum (Free verse) by Edna Sweetlove There was once a young girl from Khartoum
Who came onto this earth with no womb
When pregnant she got
She birthed through her bot
Which stunk out the delivery room
Up the ladder:
Ivory, slaves and gold
Down the ladder:
her treasure
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.8333335
Posted: June 23, 2007 4:20 PM PDT; Last modified: June 23, 2007 4:20 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.2241178 Overall Rank: 4312 Comments:
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Edna Sweetlove @ 85.210.207.35
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23-Jun-07/4:21 PM
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This is a great poem! 10 out of 10!
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Edna Sweetlove @ 85.210.207.35
> Edna Sweetlove
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23-Jun-07/4:24 PM
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I can't seem to be able to vote this 10/10! What's wrong? Everyone else votes their own rubbisbh 10/10! Why can't I? It's discrimination because my twat smells bad.
what did she call it
Do your twat really smells bad???
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