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The Fiddling Fiddler

Shorts up his ****, Not moving very fast, Shorts are too mini, You see too much skinny, Hand down his pants, As if there were ants, The “fit” of his shorts, Made our lunch aborts, Fiddling fiddling all the time, In his teeny tiny shorts the colour lime, Slick and wet they are so tight, Will he get out of them… He might (not).

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