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burnt wood

burnt wood

All young guys are guys
with standing burning morning wood
and all gals are on the look out
� � � � � � � who is doing what
with his bloating stock

then as age catches up
the meat �becums less hard
guys pray at large
O Lord make mine hard
again!

then as one adds on years
one continues to press
and god says no more wood
no more blood no moe kids �
so now let your meat rest
you had all the best

but then man's quest continues �
he still woos
and holds his lump still
it may �rise again
some day
and
it does once in a way

have till then
sex every day
heavens know
when wood will go astray
and no gals would then
love your once desired �prey!

all guys
what have you now to say...