By Bard
There once was a pert lass from Madras, who had a remarkable ass. Not rounded and pink, as you probably think. It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass. © on May 02 2001 02:19 PM PST 0 • 10
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"There once was a pert lass from Madras,..."
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"There once was a pert lass from Madras,..." by Bard
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