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He was a man of simple taste, Of bread and oats and tea. He did his work and made no waste, A simple man was he. She was the stars, the moon, the sun. And in the field they'd play. He wasn't born such a simple man Time made him that way.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
I don't like pistachios
He was a man of simple taste, Of bread and oats and tea. He did his work and made no waste, A simple man was he. She was the stars, the moon, the sun. And in the field they'd play. He wasn't born such a simple man Time made him that way.
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
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