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All the men in the world One hot summer day, Find that their mustaches have run away. The heavely bearded men wailed in nay, The clean shaved men had a pecuilar stray, For they, on the hot summer day, had grown hair, Hair on their lip that made way For their mustaches to run away. The world had turned upside down. What will all the mustachless men do? What has caused the hair to run away?
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
Mustachless I
All the men in the world One hot summer day, Find that their mustaches have run away. The heavely bearded men wailed in nay, The clean shaved men had a pecuilar stray, For they, on the hot summer day, had grown hair, Hair on their lip that made way For their mustaches to run away. The world had turned upside down. What will all the mustachless men do? What has caused the hair to run away?
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
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