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"Swap"
Four began
One could not stand
Three wish to remain
Two gals, one man
Odd thing too
He who is gone
The idea was his
'I will swap you'
Gals said, 'Yes'
So, we trade
She and me, 'Oh god'
He with her, less
Jealousy strong
Envy consumes
His loss, ladies rock
Me, happy songs
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