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A widow from Wimberly whistles And fills all her pillows with thistles. So nice on the cheek, You’ll sleep for a week. When dozing on brambles and bristles.
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Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
Brambles
A widow from Wimberly whistles And fills all her pillows with thistles. So nice on the cheek, You’ll sleep for a week. When dozing on brambles and bristles.
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Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
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