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Go On, Admit It

GO ON, ADMIT IT
We have all done it, given one of our poems, a right darn old twerk
When writing of our passions between the lines of a romantic verse
Indiana Shaw . . . *o* "Sorry, my dyslexia there, but; as tweak and verse doesn't rhyme, hey" . . . ; )

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