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In Rebuke of the Grinning Harlot

She strumpets all into the nights until around her head the build-up's like fetid, gross cheese; her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still: Lord! What miracle it'd be were she just a tease! Her grinning face I loathe and never miss; to greet her with a large and phallic pecker delights her—but I swear to God on this: that I felt then the extreme need to deck her at the knowledge of her one-hundred lovers!? Deceived by her (that wily Lolita!), I curse then forswear her and flee for cover vowing henceforth to shun that Medusa. So with luck and some serendipity, I abscond her wiles with no STD!

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