69 – 69

Poem number 69
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69
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69, 69,
I’ll eat yours if you’ll eat mine
Come on down it’s time to dine –
There’s room for all, just form a line
For good old 69.
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69, 69,
Nectar nibbled off the vine
Don’t stop now you selfish swine –
Come up for air and you’ll be fine
In good old 69.

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