Out in the barnyard
Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed
Pheasants bow to me
Pecked and scratched his messy mark
All his chickens clucked around
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My last found lover Can seduce like no other Her special allure Turns my awkward blue chatter To slutty sapphire banter -
Few that I call friend Over time fewer still hear Battles fought each year Even when they were long lost Still grateful to see you near
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