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A Preferable Blonde

Nearer My God To Thee eight musicians lost to the sea the ship went down, unsinkable forty minutes to three. Critics will stoop so low as to blame the ghost of Marilyn Monroe, accuse her of being easy say that she was only sex with legs and hips how can you have it without? those lips never realized that she was, never considered her heart her mind that now remains observed while here her image in eternity a beauty in ways she will never know, a vision.

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