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| Sparkle, sparkle, miniscule celestial object, how I ponder thy identity | |
| The mother of young Stacy is a rather attractive wench | |
| I doth inquire, who hath released the hounds | |
| As I arise in the morn, my general sense of being is reminiscent of Sir Diddy of P | |
| They observe me voyaging, they detesting | |
| I enjoy the sight of well endowed buttoxes and I am unable to fabricate this fact | |
| Conceal your offspring, withhold your spouses, for they are sexually harassing everybody in the near vicinity | |
| I would grasp a potentially fatal explosive device for thee | |
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| I am too sexually attractive for my torso garment, so sexually attractive it is painful | |
| I have acquired four score and 19 difficulties, but a wench cannot be counted among them | |
| Infant, I twas birthed in this fashion | |
| My lips touched that of a lady and I found it pleasurable | |
| Instruct me in the art of the Douglas | |
| My thoroughly stirred dairy product attracts multiple gentlemen, they realize it is of superior quality to a similar beverage | |
| Frozen Water, frozen water, infants | |
| Twigs and rocks may snap my cartilage, however, shackles and lashes delight me | |
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