You dang near drowned, when you were crowned, to be an astronaut bound, in rhythm found, in a shore, Lady Di, Dina Shore, loving in pride to introduce, put the young man’s neck, in a noose.
Is there sucha word as “noose”? A word caboose? An animal, buggered as a moose? A Rocky Ballsboa, a Rocky the Squirrel, buggering Bullwinkle, who winks, like a mare being bred, breakfast in bed, canoodle.
Dinah won’t ya blow? Dinah won’t ya blow? Blow on my horn.
Blow my horn!
Spam of Human Affection 
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