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Source:
Adults
Author:
Tanya Withers
Title:
Hard Hitting
Sometimes it feels better when you hit hard.
Other times you're better when you shape like lard
Hey, Honey, come sit it out in my back yard
The trash cans are a comfort.
Sometimes I get off when I'm howling.
Other times you make it when you're prowling
Hey, Honey, don't you go scowling
A quick fix is no comfort.
Sometimes your needles needle me
Other times you're feeble and you need me
Hey, Honey, don't think you can wheedle me
Pathetic is no comfort.
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