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Sep 2017
Don't want to fight anymore with my back against the ropes.
Bobbing and weaving your verbal counters.
Box on my inside so we can clinch and get close enough to tell you I love you.
Pineapples
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Pineapples  Gloucester
(Gloucester)   
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