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The Seventh Sung Poem

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When you’re young and inexperienced,

Every beauty looks mysterious,

Shiny smiles and winks blind her

obvious flaws.

You don’t care how she was raised svelte and tall;

You treat her like a challenging goal,

And the World means nil to her

lottery draw.

I knew one pretty girl,

She was sexy, she was tall;

She had everything you want

Inclusive.

She, of course, was well aware of it,

what made all the homeboys feel shy and retreat,

Even hearts of married men were

wounded.

Everybody wanted her,

to prove themselves their way,

With a prize of sex-appeal from
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