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I dig
you dig
she digs
he digs
they dig

poem simple yet deep.

so deep that you can see adele rolling in it.
"How's the dinner?" my wife asked.

"It tastes like my Gran's cunt" I replied.

"I've taken ages over that, Gary!" she moaned.

"What's wrong?" I continued, putting my arms round her. "I've said it's delicious".