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Mans Real Best Friend

He was at that little boy discovery stage A sweet little boy called Billy A time he was completely fascinated With the workings of his willy One day Billys mother asked him As his willy stood to attention “Billy why are you always playing with it?” With deep thought he answered her question Billy’s lovely little face grew very serious And with the innocence and honesty of only children Billy looked at his mother and quietly replied “Because it’s my best friend”!!!

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