O morning flow from my arsehole,
Your like a well done casserole.
my sinuses are on the blink,
so I cannot assess your stink.
well done casserole
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O morning flow from my arsehole,
Your like a well done casserole.
my sinuses are on the blink,
so I cannot assess your stink.