It was that time of year again.

Play with Barbara's vagina?

Or eat broccoli?

Were but both leafy greens!

The temperate season,

And dropped apples,

The fall breeze,

And harvest moon,

The earthen wares at the farmer's market.

Play with Barbara's vagina?

Or eat broccoli?

Were but both healthy to enjoy!

The leaves turned golden,

And fires turned up,

The flannel shirts on,

And rugby games playing,

The porter steaks on the grill.

Play with Barbara's vagina?

Or eat broccoli?

The choice is yours, daughter.

Love, father.

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— Andy Pink