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Thu Dec 08, 2011 3:23 am
Sassykat
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Shakespearian tongue-twister:
To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.
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