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ED

ED

I titled this poem 'ED' but it doesn't spell the name Ed.
I have erectile dysfunction, I can't take my wife to bed.
I don't get any action because of this limp thing of mine.
It's definitely no fun when a man has a drooping vine.
I want to make love to my darling wife but sadly, I can't.
It's gotten so bad that I'm going to get a penile implant.
I took Viagra but even that couldn't give me an erection.
But that pleases my wife because when she had our son, she had to have a C-section.
If you also suffer from erectile dysfunction, don't give up, please stay strong.
Take some Viagra and you and your wife may be able to boogie all night long.

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sparrowsong

Hello Randy...

No, No, No Randy, remember the warning 4 hours, after that you have to see a Doctor...

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Good luck!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong
 

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