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The long legs in a dead end street She was a woman of talking who forgot to listen Her days were short stories but her chapters were long She wanted to live fast but she could not afford it Her heels were high and when she fell all you heard was a long cry for help - Heerings 2015
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
The long legs to dead end street
The long legs in a dead end street She was a woman of talking who forgot to listen Her days were short stories but her chapters were long She wanted to live fast but she could not afford it Her heels were high and when she fell all you heard was a long cry for help - Heerings 2015
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
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