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The Piano Forte

She’s not sitting at the piano; no, for once
She’s making other music: she is knelt
Upon the piano stool, where she would play
The ivories, but not when the sweet cunt’s
Pink labia are exposed; they might just melt
The hardest heart; but that’s not so today:
That pussy begs for more than scales; she shunts
Into position, for she knows each welt
Is well deserved; please be so good to stay
And hold her down; you know her foolish stunts
All mean I must be harsh and use the belt;
I’ll make you ache to learn of the array
Of instruments I have to tune the naughty
Woes of girls who play the piano forte  
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