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Switch hands and, Twist glands right on command you push deserts sands in molten lands this great is grand! I move and advance I take a quick glance I see dream in fine stance Move and just dance musically enhanced I'm lost In this trance....

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yanci-colon

American

Published: Aug 1, 2012
LinesWords: 1245

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