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presents
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Fetal Poetry for Baters
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by Gross Genitalia
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Toxic File #26
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Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 HQ of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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Loose as a goose
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Tight as a moneyroll.
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She bates herself
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With a jellyroll.
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Smooth rounded testes
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In cool baggy sacs.
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With long hard strokes
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Little Joey whacks.
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Oh how they go
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Each without mate.
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Enjoying themselves
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Oh how they 'bate.
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Bate in the north
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Bate in the south.
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Have a strong orgasm
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Cum in my mouth.
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Bate with each other
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Be a good sport.
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Oops now you're pregnant
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Time to abort.
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Discard the fetus
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Throw it away.
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Oh gross sick shit
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The father was gay.
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The fetus returns
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To seek its revenge.
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Pull out a blowtorch
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Makes pussy hair singe.
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Climb up inside
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Mutilate, tear.
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Mangled the uterus
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Keep the ovaries to wear.
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Look at ole daddy
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Bating with glee.
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Not noticing the fetus
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He shall soon see.
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Grab hold the father
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Rip off his dick.
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He shouldn't have bated
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The damned little prick.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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After this little episode, The Followers
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of Fetus will not name themselves for fear
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of personal sanity and hygiene.
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