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to the literotica editors
i cry a cheer
who pass our children
around eager ears
not a chore
nor a bore
to sift through
mountains of spit
the stinkier the shit
the brighter the shine
when our horny glories
are served up like wine
they pass us around like reluctant whores
the nastier they use before approvingly
slamming texty ass against electronic desks
sharing files amongst hard working friends
looking straining hard to reach the best
granting passing into memory
first three scope the piece
take a couple days to smell the cut
next four stretch it more
use up the cunt then take the butt
eight nine, i suddenly find
that my story had child porn
now i see, why you can't publish me
so, instead of an adolescent,
she's now a teen

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