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Bin Laden's Sexual Legacy
His tongue, her ear
the perfect fit
she shudders--
as he strokes her clit
'tis times like this
he's diving into heaven...
But hey, she's dry
bet he knows why
she'd fain forget
the pain of nine eleven
For even Shakespeare
the bawdy bard
with hardest cock
would shrink in shock
to watch all spunk
desert him
Fucked so crudely
in his cups
Will's wilting quill
watched towers blow up
with ne'er a sonnet
fit for flirting
So ten years on
I'll park my dong
alas tonight
her pussy's wrong
the only hit
I'm sure is certain
No thanks to Bin,
we'll mourn good friends
forgo romance
while even now
such evil plans
devalue love's intention
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