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			<title>Hung ova</title>
			<description>when I met you, you was a new flava I have never came across before.A odd style and taste, I have never had before.Once acquainted ....you had me attached to a sweet drink like alize.Hung over in a trance. Memorized over your luscious eyes and smile.The taste... umm so sensuously deep, it is like li..</description>
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			<title>Sugar Roses on a Sunday Morning  By Spitfirenotebook </title>
			<description>It may burn with fire and drips like honey on a misty evening.So sensual and so deep.Motion, like a song and dance so special and beautiful.It does not have to rhyme nor make sense.It find its way somehow.Sensations alive like a fragrance so pure and crisp.It tastes like a place never before visited..</description>
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