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The Enslaver of Men (Haiku) by Tascobar Fragrance in the air
A rush of blood, hot flushes.
Sweet, sweet poontang.
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Posted: October 22, 2002 10:19 AM PDT; Last modified: October 22, 2002 10:19 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1036234 Overall Rank: 6028 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.137.173
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22-Oct-02/10:25 AM
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Waht about gay men? Are they enslaved by some other redolence?
what about she-men? won't they feel excluded?
horus8 haiku oF THE DAY! I'M SORRY but the last line really threw me.ha..wasn't expecting it. lovely. 10.
Aint it the truth.
4 in the last line...
Yep, you're right. Should have been "That sweet, sweet poontang".
Still, I think the point gets across adequately
Very nice. glee!
always a hoot.X
masengil.
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