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The Sex Number by Gord

Gord

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The Sex Number

Nickname earning: flight to nursing.
Pursuing blind rhymes eyes dictate,
Spouse filate, being bed-ridden,
Fed paste, lies told too tasteless.
The self irate, then ergo inflated,
A burrowed snake safely slithers,
Within a borough named Richard,
Who lives past the poison sword,
Ego position lord, nails fingerless.
No one wants to die a virgin,
but some are doomed to that fate.
It's a cruel world, I know. Lates.
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