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Ah, ma cherie, ma Petite Bijou,
Oh my, but how you grew,
Chestfully, successfully,
Two by two abreastfully,
Cinnamon-and-sweetly,
Your smile, a distraction,
From that anatomical attraction,
I pondered indiscreetly
(If only ever distantly;
And surely, pandeistically).
And how could I have known,
How versatile silicone,
Could alter so dramatically
What once set asiatically,
And how I quite fanatically
Adore your new anatomy.
As men, for naught else caring,
Like things which come a-pairing.
(We've a pair all our own,
So never need to think alone).		Existing:

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