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He was 25 and married She was 18 and single His eyes we the color of irresistible caramel to a girl with braces Hers of an ocean wide and lonely for they often rained He wanted her so bad She needed him badly His head said no Her body said yes What is left is history Or so they say
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
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He was 25 and married She was 18 and single His eyes we the color of irresistible caramel to a girl with braces Hers of an ocean wide and lonely for they often rained He wanted her so bad She needed him badly His head said no Her body said yes What is left is history Or so they say
Good? Bad? I say a little of both.
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
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