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Your baby grows a tooth then two and four

Your baby grows a tooth then two
and four and five then she wants some meat
directly from the bone. It""s all

over she""ll learn some words she""ll fall
in love with cretins dolts a sweet
talker on his way to jail. And you

your wife get old flyblown and rue
nothing. You did you loved your feet
are sore. It""s dusk. Your daughter""s tall..

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