.Enter the 49 gates of uncleanliness, said she hoisting up her skirt
I held my breath against her fetidness
As I gazed upon a swinish flirt
I worked like a mule down the pit
For seven long days and seven lonely nights
It makes one week exactly for those of you
Who lack the ski.
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