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How can we search for an ox foot in box When we keep slipping on these Goddamned rocks Let's use the sacred Shroud of Turin to clean the shit off these rocks "
Okay, let's do it." Said the one-footed ox What man would be so vulgar As to use a rugged mountain to wipe his butt But that same man's mother would be proud That he used the Charles Mountain Not the Shroud Certain behaviors in certain conditions must certainly be allowed
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