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On a night no different than The others that abound I spotted six unsavory men Together, hanging around I told meself, "Now looks at them They seem a likely lot What may have stole me puddin packs Right out me secret *** I thoughts a bit then took a chance I walked into their midst I told about the puddin stole And ask 'em if they didst They laughed a bunch and thought me for jestin' But 'twasn't I what told them jokes And when they saw I was being earnest They gave me slaps and pokes I thought I saw a blinkin light Above me twisted head But twas only lights of painfulness Like parts of me was dead I never found me puddin packs And it truly made me sad Cos I was to make puddin cake For me child what wasn't bad
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Puddin cake
On a night no different than The others that abound I spotted six unsavory men Together, hanging around I told meself, "Now looks at them They seem a likely lot What may have stole me puddin packs Right out me secret *** I thoughts a bit then took a chance I walked into their midst I told about the puddin stole And ask 'em if they didst They laughed a bunch and thought me for jestin' But 'twasn't I what told them jokes And when they saw I was being earnest They gave me slaps and pokes I thought I saw a blinkin light Above me twisted head But twas only lights of painfulness Like parts of me was dead I never found me puddin packs And it truly made me sad Cos I was to make puddin cake For me child what wasn't bad
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
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