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Sweet Tooth

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.

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daniel-coleman

American

Published: Mar 29, 2011
LinesWords: 834

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