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I always miss hair when I shave down there.
This fact is always the truth.
And if you wish to see my poorly shaven wee,
In the alley I'll show the proof.
Of that I kid for surely I'll skid,
into a jail cell for conduct that's lewd.
So if you wish for me to bare my deriere,
You'll have to venmo me for my nudes.
But back on topic as I explain the logic,
As to why the southern fields are so poorly groomed.
For I fear a blade too sheer,
In one move my ball sack could surely be dooomed.
Irrationally speaking I know what you're thinking,
It could never happen, how obtuse.
But deep in my brain it's impossible to refrain,
From the thought of my balls falling loose.
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10/10 would submit in English class
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I didn't know the next Shakespeare was among us.

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D'awww. Thanks fellas.
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Or ladies. So presumptuous of me.
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