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Mary
Oh,
how I love,
when I put thee to
my lips,
your sweet smell
and your sticky paste upon
my hands,
How I adore the
feeling you give me,
Oh Sweet Mary,
please never
leave me.
how I love,
when I put thee to
my lips,
your sweet smell
and your sticky paste upon
my hands,
How I adore the
feeling you give me,
Oh Sweet Mary,
please never
leave me.
Published 14th Aug 2011
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