The junction with no name

O’Meara you’re a clucking front Cram your lies, the bloggers hunt

Top your horse the egg is wide

Your juggling mug annoys the bride.

How I hate your dirty smut.

Tell the devil he’s a duck

As for men I hate their wicks

The candle earns, a floor can’t stick.

Henry Mary what’s your game?

I wink you’re Astrid, when did you lose aim

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