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Radar, oh Radar, wherefore art thou Radar?
I haveth for so many years
Longeth for a man with intellect like yours
With the truest passion to speak his mindeth
That all women should really stay indoors
And giveth of their mouths to thine compatriots.
I yearn for a manfolk
Less concerned with sensitivity
And more inclined to giveth thine respect
To an unholy cock sucking harlot like me
Radar, oh Radar, can I be your floozy?
Just for a day, I asketh no more
Than to sit and glean from thee
Thy experience, taste, respect and football predictions
While collecting thine spunk
In my lusting begging lips
That can only dream of such a man as thee.
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