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The joy to become a man -- transitions:
As a young maturing boy I awake
Proverbial morning woodie at stake
In my dreams -- a seminal emission;
Oh!, an embarrassing situation --
It did not need my usual handshakes
All I felt in my dream -- my hard-on ache
Switch from boy to man juxtaposition
Now I am older, have turned forty-four
Heart operation, medicated up;
Collect my seminal ammunition
To achieve a woodie now -- is my chore
Yet right now, I'm just your normal screwup:
Waiting for my next wet-dream emission
Adding your comment:
Or does that only apply to penmanship? Well...'tis rather a pen if ya look at it that way. 
It made me laugh.... I really don't have much to say. 
But I hope you understand.
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