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Post by hooly on Mar 24, 2008 18:49:48 GMT -5
There they are the vessels of purity The trademarks of my health Tasting acid as I bite tightly is a surety This wafer I chew with my teeth to me is wealth They keep the weight off my hips I prefer them to sweets Like bon bons and chocolate chips They make such healthy treats When I rinse my mouth at night, I still feel trace sensations of them, though slight
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