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There once was a man from Green Bay Who made it a habit each day      To ****** an udder      While churning his butter, Then go for a nap in the hay.
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
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There once was a man from Green Bay Who made it a habit each day      To ****** an udder      While churning his butter, Then go for a nap in the hay.
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