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Making The Bald Man Weep


He sulks in the dark
He hangs his head
Not a single remark
Shriveling away in bed

Before him I stand
Putting on a show
I take him in my hand
And he begins to grow

He stands at attention
His head swelling
His skin purple with tension
His obvious strain compelling

His bald head facing the sky
His eye begins to seep
He is ready to thrust high
I love making the bald man weep

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