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Food For Thought.
He laid her on the table
So white and clean and bare
His forehead wet with beads of sweat,
He rubbed her here and there
He touched her neck and then her breast
And then he felt her thigh
The slit was wet, all was set
He gave a joyous cry
The hole was wide, he looked in side
All was dark and murky
He rubbed his hands and stretched out his hands
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And then he stuffed the turkey.
