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GUESTHOUSE




You nearly missed this 
Opportunity to keep him 
And remain with the one 
Who gave you your first sex

Couldn't you have been
A goat or a fig tree?
Or just another oxen
But you are lucky men

So why not repent now
Book a new guesthouse
Keep it clean from the louse 
With sweet perfumes of wow

And don't waste the night
Be awake as a knight
Your lover will soon be on site
With beauty and might 

Weak not, fret not, tire not in prayer 
For the groom must be a player 
Who studies the art of romance
From the book of Romans.

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