Little Cowlet O’ Mine
I have a little calf,
(The kind that eats the hay)
It gets its ate
La tete a tete
Through the milky way.
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Every right-minded woman is cheered by the thought of having pretty undies on—even if nobody sees them.
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In the battle-scarred words of the cave-man: “I want my wine weak and my women strong.”
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