There was a lady named Grace
Who could put every thing in its place
The things she could handle,Without any scandle
But the people thats a differant case
On the JWN site,
She'd go start a fight
To get them riled up
When it got very rough
She said "THATS ENOUGH"
She learned from old men
I think there is ten
Who sits on their throne
In New YORK!!!!
My wish for them all
When their god gives the call
Their bodies will fall
In the pit of distruction
Where Satan will give them instruction...
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by mouthy 2 Replies latest social humour
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mouthy
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Send them all to their rooms, Grace!
Granny's got clout!
Love,
CoCo
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