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When She Married When she married she was a virgin Pristine and pure And unviolated And the first time she had it It was like she was told And her husband was gentle And he was very short And he was in, than he was out In a short syncopation And he would stimulate Newly discovered senses And get her very liquefied But he would never let her pleasurable waves Reach their pinnacles This went on and on Come night, come dawn Come month and then come years And the man--he would come But would never bring her with him |
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