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Love
I love all men
I love them tall
I love them small
I love them thin
I love them fat
But not as jumpy as a cat
I love them when they are handsome and nice
But love always has a price
Love makes the world go round
When we are on our lives journey bound.
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Grandmother granddaughter love
Oh where oh where
Is that girl with the wild wild hair
Which I wouldn't dare
To comb through
As she would scream
And shout don't you dare
To touch my wild wild hair
She would scream
Please comb your hair
Granddaughter in my care
Your wild wild hair
Please comb it through.
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