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MOWI caroline she thinks she’s so fine but pinks like a pig at the trough she’s been caught consorting with MOWI asking for a dowry off every boy that winks at her she taxes friends and spunk got a plastic dirty junk trunk the day she gets witch hunter is the day day she stops thieveing I’m not grieveing if the bitch died she sells all the pies and MOWI triads she makes if it was fate she’ll burn at the stake but for her thieveing a greater fate we should contemplate