I've always thought of myself as the life of the party. Now, the party's nowhere but in my tummy - Astrud and her thunderous acts. Her stunts help me wade in the pool of nirvana. She keeps me high with the sheer bliss that her kicks had awakened in my sometimes gloomy soul. Then I'd sing ' Twinkle Twinkle' or Astrud Magdalena (in the tune of Smooth
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