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Rh she smiles, her upper tip rolls a little and reminds you of an Easter Bunny, She is within whispering distance of twenty years old.

When Caesar did the Chicago
 * (In an airy sophrano-enthusiastico)
 * He was a graceful child,
 * Those sacred chickens
 * Just raised the dickens
 * The Vestal Virgins went wild.

Whenever the Nervii got nervy
 * He gave them an awful razz
 * They shook is their shoes
 * With the Consular blues
 * The Imperial Roman Jazz