Hector's balls are there no more,
He left them on the veterinary floor,
To procreate he is unable,
They cut them off on the surgery table
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- David
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so get ye quick out the door
for his pain meds are at the store;
alas no more hay romps in the stable
he's whingeing, pity me and my new nancie label.
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