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March 6, 2013
She thought she was a sex bomb.
She thought she had it all.
Trouble was, her hips were far too wide,
and her tits were far too small.
She thought she was a corker,
She thought she had it made.
Trouble was, she looked like Joan of Arc,
when dragged through some crusade.
She thought she was a pin-up,
She thought that men did swoon.
Trouble was, her three-some fantasy,
wouldn’t have attracted an entire
Platoon.
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