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Buxom Barbara burned her bra never again lift and separate or cross your heart to contemplate she likes to feel her bosom counts when flouncing down the boulevard Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce abroad in the world without a single care it never fazed her one bit nor a whit when this would jounce most men to stop and stare as if they'd not seen such before and she'd trounce 'em should they dare to pounce a crystal-clear case of less is more

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