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Created on: April 11, 2010
As i meet up with my friends,
go out around the town.
I smile and look so innocent,
I laugh instead of frown.
I sit in a restaurant
order an expensive meal,
Eat it say its lovely,
when ill is how I feel.
I make an effort to wash my hands,
To try not to make a mess
If you came to my house unannounced,
I think you would probably guess,
That really I am a messy cow,
I eat a lot of junk,
I am really not so innocent
I am in love with sexy hunks.
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