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Noah Troester Poem
My cock as big as a rock.
Sometimes it clucks and sometimes it bucks.
But sometimes it starts to cream.
I live on a farm and I mean no harm.
But sometimes they do scream.
Copyright © Noah Troester | Year Posted 2024
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Noah Troester Poem
My balls, bouncing on the concrete.
So bouncy they are.
I go to kick them and they travel, so far.
But then they pop, I start to cry.
Now all I want to do is go and die.
Copyright © Noah Troester | Year Posted 2024
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