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Click hereHe shoots his load into the air,
where it lands he does not care;
he lets loose loads with carefree flair,
sending sperm out everywhere.
It spews about in all directions,
like Silly String in long extensions;
thinks he's earned recognition,
but I forgive his lack of perfection.
He shoots his load thirty times a day,
sends it flying every which way;
now it covers all my possessions,
but I forgive his indiscretion.
He shoots his loads in mighty squirts,
when they hit they really hurt;
now my bedroom's drenched in seed,
but I forgive his nasty need.
He shoots his load with such spirit,
my rooms become a jug of cum syrup;
now I wade through rivers of spunk,
just to mount my incredible hunk.