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Porridge be forsworn, the lemons escaped again! If mules had rags, they would be plums, and not A fig would shriek. In all dreamy pompousness the Voodoo doll is a whimsical wine beggar in tips, Before the cart of chocolate dairy pigs get a spank For having left my wing in a toasting lower than It SHOULD HAVE BEEN. And don't forget the doorknob Has feelings for Mrs. Fairy-Warts, GOD HELP THEM ALL!!! And moose, do you smell something burning? I'll be a pin cushion, you've grown a flaming Donkey's nose! Only three and five inches long...
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
The Final Point
Porridge be forsworn, the lemons escaped again! If mules had rags, they would be plums, and not A fig would shriek. In all dreamy pompousness the Voodoo doll is a whimsical wine beggar in tips, Before the cart of chocolate dairy pigs get a spank For having left my wing in a toasting lower than It SHOULD HAVE BEEN. And don't forget the doorknob Has feelings for Mrs. Fairy-Warts, GOD HELP THEM ALL!!! And moose, do you smell something burning? I'll be a pin cushion, you've grown a flaming Donkey's nose! Only three and five inches long...
alan-s-bailey
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
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