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Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill, Got very ill, When they went up the hill, And found Uncle Lester's Moonshine still, 'Cause stupidly, they had their fill. Make of this, what you will. Gotta' go now, Time for me to take a pill, And wash it down, With this unGodly swill From my faucet, Supposedly water, seemingly... With the ability to kill

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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