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wiggled around the fourteen ball
cue in hand what shall to the
short shorts crawling up her thigh
orangina poco dots marmelade
rockets, spyderman locked on
Mary Jane's eyes,

how'z de kids
he knows nothing but
when he feels it walking
up and down the fretboard
sushi-anna 's sweet eyes
giggle merilly ever after
the night's close