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PYT

Her nimble gait  
Makes me think
She could walk 
A tightrope
In heels, 

The only pills
She'd pop
Might be for
Contraception 

Once 
I'm through
With my
Inception, 

Since under
Lord's
Protection, 

We'd grow
The same
Direction.

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