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MY VIXEN WIFE
She is she that drinks the stolen wine
And makes blokes blind.
She is that rogue
That fondles young men,
They that still have the foreskin.
Countrywomen whine-
‘Woe unto us!
Woe unto our children!’
Her sordid hands clutch...
And makes blokes blind.
She is that rogue
That fondles young men,
They that still have the foreskin.
Countrywomen whine-
‘Woe unto us!
Woe unto our children!’
Her sordid hands clutch...
