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The chirds are burping, the blowers are flooming. The droys are beaming Of firls so gine. The dees are boing what dees bo best. So loys bet's do what dees bo best. Hind the foney. (C)2010 This drove the chell specker crazy Repost after 10 years.

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john-stevens

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Published: Mar 28, 2020
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