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Oh, lovely dishes They're so delicate and have naked children I they're only male Oops! I think they're playing some exoctic, game Oops! I think that "Leap-frog" it is the
This is worse than I feared The son is The father is To meet the wife, I'm actually I(he) prefer(s) that Anne (I) remain an old
It's apalling to Our new are a mess a prude, he's a prig She's a pill, a pig So zis zis zis for you,
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