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Mr. Fawcett Was a friend Who ran hot and cold. When he was hot He drank a lot, And smoked and toked, And ****** and slurred. We thought him quite absurd. He wheezed and coughed And finally croaked, Turning himself off.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Mr. Fawcett
Mr. Fawcett Was a friend Who ran hot and cold. When he was hot He drank a lot, And smoked and toked, And ****** and slurred. We thought him quite absurd. He wheezed and coughed And finally croaked, Turning himself off.
francie-lynch
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
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