The Beautiful Blossoming of Men
One day as I sat on my porch,
I noticed a luciously declicious young man.
He winked at me from the corner of his eye, he did.
Alas, I felt happy inside.
He then slowly strode towards me.
I then stood up, but happened to fall
because of the tent in my pants. Which
then in turn made my strapping young fellow
rush desperately to my aid. Tis strange the
courtship that I encountered. Alas Alex Betz he said
as I finished up. Alas young boy, you are now a man,
now let's kick the can.
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