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January 21, 2013
She was seven years old before she saw one,
as she had no brothers to make her aware.
So the day she first bathed with her cousins,
made her wish that she hadn’t been there.
To her horror she saw they had dangly bits,
and decided that God hadn’t finished them off.
Her cousins too were embarrassed, and cupping
their hands, both started to cough.
For many years she kept the family secret,
as she felt kind of privileged to know, and
also out of a sense of loyalty, their cover
she never would blow.
But night after night, in bed she lay wondering,
why her Auntie hadn’t had the bits removed,
so her cousins could have been neatly sewn up,
to make their appearance, so much improved!
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