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Posted on August 8, 2014 by johnmannpoems
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Connect the thigh bone to the leg bone.
Put the foot down here.
Where do they go, the chest
or stomach? You, me,
Jack and Jill. Hey baby,
lovemenow nice friend,
soulbody.

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