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Terry


He's Terry,
They call him D for a reason.
He can never wait for the volleyball season.

Bumpin' balls
And girls that need to be taped.
They'll go with Terry but end up raped.

Shootin' hoops,
The girls always need a coach.
D is always harsh on the approach.

Still shootin'
And he wants the girls to block.
No matter what they say he will always whip out his cock.

He grabs them,
They shout "Hey, Let go!"
D says "Nay, you will be preggo."

Months passed,
D is in the waiting room.
He banged this girl a little to soon. 

D's a dad,
And he doesn't want to be.
He drops the baby out the window and sets it free. 

The baby splats,
But D will still flex.
Oh well, on to the next. 
 

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