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Four Fingers Good Luck With The Surgery

Good luck with the surgery Everything will be okay Here?s some flowers from you to me I?m glad you decided to stay X marks the spot for the incision

goats Yet still George roamed with nothing but hope Sole survivor of your species Geochelone nigra abingdoni You?re the rarest creature in the world With

outta my bed and go about my day Thinking of the night before With the words you said, they?re on repeat They?re in my mind with no intention to leave And with

How can four teeth, cause so much damage, to my perfect mouth, years of braces. So much money, for oral surgery, I think I might, cut them out myself