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She'd always detested the fag,
he'd fiddle his low hanging bag,
but she wore in its place
a small satin cum lace
and the fag called it something um... rag.
But the matter got really complex
it was not just related to sex,
for a rag worn down there
would be covering hair
which in some looks like spinifex.
But a kitten may purr in strange tones
and most all are true lazybones,
any cloth will attract
and of course interact
with those heavenly pheromones.
Thus the word is as bland as 'Good Day'
it should never cause grief or dismay.
Well, the boys tend to brag
and the girls wear a rag....
it is dufflebag versus bouquet.
Herbert Nehrlich
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