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Be Slow Bob And Wheel

Sweet air, sugar high on the breeze; it’s like the county fair; leaves me weak in the knees cinnamon in your hair; Running as long as you permit, now my heartbeat’s humming; Eager fingers comb it, I find this so soothing; Let’s go buck the odds of the fates, find a nice easy flow; Panaderia brunch dates, like my touch let’s be slow.

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