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so now theres the afterlife
he was roaming the land like a werewolf
in the cold damp mist
and i trod on a mine
there was a howl and a yelp
too much
a lady brought down a peg or two
doing something so base
twisted in a vice
to maximum torsion
something only young people do
a shaft of light from the coccyx
the Queen is dead
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