Beautiful spam poetry

You had comrades: but there were some comrades willow trees
and cosy corners, all chastely encased from the bush and
saw the sheet of water stretching whom men were inclined
to take for granted, and why, how big is the ranch? Five
hundred acres.

Seriously guys. I just want a bigger cock, enough with the flowery shit.

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