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My turtle is left handed (Or footed, I should say) He cooks and eats and plays guitar All night and yes, all day. My rabbit is a weird one, Her fur a shade of blue. Though on Tuesdays, it turns yellow. I don't know what to do. My prize pig would be normal, Though I tell you with a sigh, He blows raspberry bubbles, A mile wide and high.
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
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My turtle is left handed (Or footed, I should say) He cooks and eats and plays guitar All night and yes, all day. My rabbit is a weird one, Her fur a shade of blue. Though on Tuesdays, it turns yellow. I don't know what to do. My prize pig would be normal, Though I tell you with a sigh, He blows raspberry bubbles, A mile wide and high.
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
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