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He came down the hill to get his fill of three little (not so) innocent girls; down he snuck from the highway above but the three little girls were not so dumb for they had played in the forests and climbed the trees and seen things they shouldn’t have seen; played on the tracks and roamed the fields daring fun and everything else under the sun; fair skin grew thick protected by their very own wit; alone they walked alone in the dark three not so innocent beating hearts; he came to them and asked for help and showed them something that made them yell; he flashed they gasped and ran away laughing and crying, swearing and hiding, you should have seen the parent’s faces when the three described his great big penis, “hung like a horse” was no laughing matter back then of course; and dads being men pulled out their bats and lie in wait using the three little (not so) innocent girls as bait and bait they did playing innocent by the bridge luring dirty old men to their untimely deaths; not so innocent but safe to say there are no dirty old men under that bridge today.