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There was a sweater thrown to the side
and a man of blue from Uluru,
his lips painting dreams
and with briefs of white cotton.
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If his appearance was untimely,
how cunningly he could urge!
Together we danced and sang
until he ran off with my pants.
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Behind his briefs
tattooed with crabs,
why did I not refuse
the temptation of his advances?
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Art from raaawrbin
