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Mar 2011
Tootsie pops and pixie sticks,
I've come to play.
Three hundred forty licks
To the center. Everyday.
Sugar, spice, and everything nice,
Isn't that what they say?
My vitriolic vice,
I can't stay away.
Written by
Daniel Coleman
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