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If you had a room, he'd paint it white,survives the day, prefers the night,build sight.
Got a head for figures,no time for bickers,(or so he says,)prefers the company of a woman.
Finds it more physical,(that's an important word,)always seen first then heard,such a rare bird.
With praise he glows,with change he grows,finds that important,hates waiting, it's not stimulating,likes celebrating,I can't understand why that is so funny,that is sex.
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