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At Three and Twenty
At three and twenty before,
the light had welcomed you to glore
and triumphantly were you bore
bouncy and healthy, you made them glore.
Hear! Hear! They glored to adore.
At three and twenty abore,
How dared I not glore?
Sweet and deep, it did bore
when my core gored to glore.
Me, my core and I
You came, you saw, you conquered.
You graced and watched us
and we fell like we were high.
We're not remorseful,
you made us gore.
We're not remorseful,
you made us glore.
Hear! Hear! We glored to adore.
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the light had welcomed you to glore
and triumphantly were you bore
bouncy and healthy, you made them glore.
Hear! Hear! They glored to adore.
At three and twenty abore,
How dared I not glore?
Sweet and deep, it did bore
when my core gored to glore.
Me, my core and I
You came, you saw, you conquered.
You graced and watched us
and we fell like we were high.
We're not remorseful,
you made us gore.
We're not remorseful,
you made us glore.
Hear! Hear! We glored to adore.
#Alettertoyouall #Alettertoyouall
© All Rights Reserved
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