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So on the seventh day
The serpent rested. God came up to him: “I’ve invented a new game”, he said. The sepent started up, surprised At this interloper: But God said: “You see this apple, I sweeze it and look CIDER.” The serpent had a good drink And curled up into a question mark. Adam drank and said “Be my God.” Eve drank and opened her legs; And called to the clockeyed serpent And gave him a wild time. God ran and told Adam Who in a drunken rage tried to hang himself. In the orchard The serpent tried to explain, crying “stop!” But drink was splitting his syllable And Eve started screeching “Rape”, “Rape” And stamping on his head. Now, whenever the snake appears she screeches: “Here it comes again. Help, oh, help!” Then Adam smashes a chair on its head, And god says: “I am well pleased” And everything goes to hell.
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