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Young Dead Flesh (Free verse) by Harry Hunt
I bought it, you bought it, we all bought it!
Why'd we buy it? I don't know, but we did buy it, thats all I know is,
we bought it.
What we buy I hear you cry, well what they sold, if all be told. What
was that, well that be that.
THAT?
Yes that, that, that, that polish there!
ANGLO-AMERICAN.
The finest thickest gloop of doop to ever bring shine n glare.
ANGLO-AMERICAN PATENT TURD POLISH.
Why'd we buy it, what we bought, well to think we bought that?
Again with THAT!
You can't polish a turd.
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