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10/01/2011
One day I will get married, on a cold December day,
The ladies will sigh deeply and the pages say
‘What a cunt – what a cunt –
What a cunt is gone away.’
Gnomic poetry daily
One day I will get married, on a cold December day,
The ladies will sigh deeply and the pages say
‘What a cunt – what a cunt –
What a cunt is gone away.’