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“to hell with haith and selfty”
she thought
as the strock cluck four
she put on her hee hiles
picked up her bopping shags
and went to meet her man
she loved the way
he would hist his twips
back in college
they had zipped together
their beeping slags
and ever after
where hoined at the jip
he said
that’s a bandy little hag
you have there!
(their conversation went
in stits and farts)
he would always be
her shite knight in whining armour