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Apr 2014
Your mother told you kissing me must be like kissing an ashtray.
You told her you'd rather kiss this ashtray
than the sweetest strawberries.

Why did you say that?
Jeremy Duff
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Jeremy Duff  NorCal, where it's sunny
(NorCal, where it's sunny)   
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