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You can tell by the way these words are places; that I'm an ace.         Leave your tongue tied; like lace         A quick flick; sets the pace.         Hit the tip, lose your place.          Shy girl; blushing; sweet taste.         Look on your face; amazing grace.         Controlling the pace; you *** and I replace.         After all; this ain't a race; Just my point in case.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
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You can tell by the way these words are places; that I'm an ace.         Leave your tongue tied; like lace         A quick flick; sets the pace.         Hit the tip, lose your place.          Shy girl; blushing; sweet taste.         Look on your face; amazing grace.         Controlling the pace; you *** and I replace.         After all; this ain't a race; Just my point in case.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
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