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While one night with the good book,

Over at my partner I sneaked a quick look.

Her morals are falling,

The sight is appalling,

A development I simply can't brook.


As I lounged with my girl after dinner

The food nice and warm all within her

With horror I look

At her terrible book

Who knew she could be such a sinner?

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