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My Gun

My gun is large, my pride and joy
Hangs almost to my knee
When tumescent measures twenty-five
When flaccid twenty-three

That's a centimeter measurement
In inches almost ten
If you're a non-believer
We can measure it again

Almost as big around, as long,
A one eyed monster, you must see
Small horses are embarrassed
When they compare themselves with me

I know what you are thinking
This guy's just having fun
He's happy with his penis
But it's not so large a gun

Okay, you have found me out
So I'll admit the size to you
If you really want to know how large
Just divide the lie by two

Then add a centimeter
 Not quite an inch, no more
That's the truth, and I can show you,
That it's large enough to score

I know how to use it
I can make it lots of fun
An orgasm for you waiting
When copulating with my gun
Written by eightmore
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