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Dec 2013
there was a little  poodle he was very white
he longed to be santa on a  christmas night
climbing down the chimneys with his santa sack
filled with lots of presents hanging from his back
he climbed down a chimney  covered in black soot
the poodle had turned black covered head to foot
this it didnt stop him and spoil his christmas night
he could take a bath and once again be white
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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