Wanda Sue’s immortal poem
(written in felt-tipped pen on a basketball)
I’m a cool, cool chick
From a cool, cool town.
Takes a mean mother-f⁎cker
To drag me down.
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If you don’t like my apples,
Don’t shake my tree;
If you don’t like my p⁎ssy,
Don’t f⁎ck me!
