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from behind, the lads struggle
ever clawing, ever striving
ever gazing towards to the elusive goal of the golden vagina set by the "weaker" sex
bless their "weaker" hearts...
the warrior women step up, fierce in their rage and purpose
and before them, the men quail and falter for now
the men falter and retreat to regroup
but regroup we will...
regroup we will.
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