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My Friend
I have a loving friend,
A Godsend to most men.
He's a rather happy bloke,
Who enjoys a loving stroke.
He stands for all that's good.
My soldier made of wood.
We are the best of friends,
Such joy to me he sends.
I follow him everywhere,
His love he lives
to share.
Sometimes, just on a whim,
I gotta hand it to him.
So sensitive to the touch,
We love each other
so much.
I love to share my penis,
Tho sometimes he comes between us.
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