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There is a certain lady who's the mother of them all Although she's only 4 foot she's always standing tall In a town called Beccles the pose is a good call When she has a lighted *** the ashes always fall To her son and daughter she is known as Titch But her name is Fagioni the boss and the top ***** Her smoking is an art form a craft just like a Witch If its Cigarettes or roll ups she doesn't mind the switch You may not even see her through the clouds of smoke The plumes always surrounds her like a big black cloak If she has run out of smokes to her it is no joke Her **** are her companions she's not like other folk She is big on **** just like cheese in macaroni So what I am telling you I'm not telling you baloney As far as smoking goes she is definitely no phoney With her tobacco and her **** she is Titch Fagioni
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Titch Fagioni - 2018
There is a certain lady who's the mother of them all Although she's only 4 foot she's always standing tall In a town called Beccles the pose is a good call When she has a lighted *** the ashes always fall To her son and daughter she is known as Titch But her name is Fagioni the boss and the top ***** Her smoking is an art form a craft just like a Witch If its Cigarettes or roll ups she doesn't mind the switch You may not even see her through the clouds of smoke The plumes always surrounds her like a big black cloak If she has run out of smokes to her it is no joke Her **** are her companions she's not like other folk She is big on **** just like cheese in macaroni So what I am telling you I'm not telling you baloney As far as smoking goes she is definitely no phoney With her tobacco and her **** she is Titch Fagioni
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
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