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Your name may come from your mother's heart
But I regard you the way one would perceive a fart
To others, you are as fragrant as pink
But unto my nostrils, I daresay you stink
Your hair is so curly and sleek and brown
The shade of a lingering turd that won't flush down
I'm sure another man would rave of your beauty
But when I think of you my thoughts turn poopy.
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