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The wife and husband went to bed; it was their night to screw.
He said to her “I have a brand of rubbers that are new.
Olympic Condoms they are called, in silver, bronze or gold.
To wear the one that matches my performance, I was told.
His wife said “So, let’s try them out. What will you wear tonight?”
“The gold, of course, because, you know, I always do it right.
She answered “Well, my dear, I really find that rather strange.
I thought you’d wear the silver, finish second for a change."
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