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February 10, 2014

I love my hair,

I love my eyes,

I love my mouth,

I love my ears.

But the one thing I cannot stand

Has got to be my thighs.

They're big,

They're fat,

They're large,

Theyre round.

But they just won't seem to understand

That I just do not like that.

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