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I toil,
Which is to say,
Tractor coursing through soil.
My home, the bone, his groan
Cums for, cums to.
That's where he came.
My modest, one-room home.
He pushed it in
And then he pulled it ouch.
No one's to blame
A pain that cures.
Out of my quiet, tidy home
Cums for, cums to.
The roll of aluminum foil
Without knocking, without warning.
My home, my home, my home.
Not a single you-hoo
Or a gentle coo-coo
Cums for, cums to.
He shoved it in my home
Is that a hammer to a nail?
Or is it the gale
To the sail
Is the muscle
Inside what's frail?
Who came into push
Only yesterday.
My home, my home, my home.
Push cums for, push comes to.
In the morning
And in the night
My home within a home
Is sullied and sad
Dreary and mad.
But somewhere inside
It is happy,
Happy to open at all.
To have a door with hinges
That swings this way and that.
Crammed with hoses,
At some point it closes.
Push comes to shove, Push wants to,
Push needs to,
Push dies of love. Push loves to cum,
Push cums to shove, To cum into shove.
Push dies of love. Push wants to,
Push needs to,
Push cums to shove, Push loves to cum
Push dies of love. To cum into shove.
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