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thus mine
Your nine inches are mine,
To do what I want with just fine,
along came your niner ,
and grew a wee bit finer,
you looked up and said
"what a hung boy am I"
*little miss muffet*
To do what I want with just fine,
along came your niner ,
and grew a wee bit finer,
you looked up and said
"what a hung boy am I"
*little miss muffet*
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