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This Mouth |
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This Mouth |
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I was walking. My mouth talking. Thought it was good. To talk when I could. They wondered why I talked that way. They would burst their feelings out one day. Something wrong with this mouth of mine? I see that it looks so fine. They asked me to stop. That my mouth grew like a crop. They were talking too, in their best. Won't stop me, you don't know what I will say next! |
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