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Surrender.
Her angry breasts declared a war
And for attention fought.
They conquered me, now I adore
The bosoms I support.
Her cunning legs, close for battle.
No soldier can defeat!
They open with a queef-rattle
For medal and meat-treat.
Her naval power is a threat
To world peace and the urge.
My torpedo for Suffragette
Gets wet when we submerge.
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