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This big old queen was standing on the corner of the street he waved his hanky at me as i went rolling by i pulled the truck up on the sidewalk and i climbed down from the cab with my tire-chain
My knife as i approached him he was trembling like a bird i raised the chain above my head he said, "please, before you kill me might i have one final word?" and this is what he said:
;i am but half a man, half a man i'd like to be a dancer but i'm much too large half a man, half a man i'm an object for your pity not your rage" oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over m
H my speech and manner have become much more refined i said, "oh, what is this feeling? what is wrong with me?" she said, "girl, it happens all the time "and you are half a m
Alf a man look, you're walking and you're talking like a fag." half a man, i am half a man holy jesus, what a drag
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