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				Yes, the warty old bullfrogs got drunk and as usual, they really stunk; in the pond where they lived all the stinkweed revived and it seems they used it for their bunk.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				The pond where old bullfrogs are living  on bunks from the Sally Ann, giving a round for the house –  yes, the warty old spouse, and the poliwogs there for caregiving.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				Since the polliwogs there were but larval their care-giving would be a great marvel; they could not have done much about parents' fun or whatever was done before  Carvel .
				
				
				
			  
			
			
 
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				Before Carvel, whatever was done to ice cream couldn't be as much fun as a large wooden pail you sat on; froze your tail but rewards came when paddles had spun.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				Your reward from the paddle: it stung, and the shovel that you now have slung o'er your shoulder will dig a new sty for the pig, then you'll spade up the garden with dung.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				When paddles had spun up the butter,  you'd hear Gram-mama loud-ily mutter.   Her teeth on the sideboard  would chatter, but backward,  and rear-wards became stutter and sputter.
 
 
  When you spade up the garden with dung  you'll then notice the mess that you flung.  Try Ferdy and Lisa  imported from Pisa; things grow if you don't do it wrung.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				When you throw up while climbing each rung of the ladder, some lands in your lung, and you cough up some blood then you fall with a thud, 'cause you slipped on the vomit you slung.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				When you slip, you go sliding asslung, and you grab for the rope that you strung. But the rope became loose,  and you fall, ya dumb goose, no yoose trying to do the swing-swung.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				If you sing and swing tying a noose hangin’ bad guys ‘till boots are foot-loose then your chosen profession is now in recession ‘cause now, they just give them some juice. 
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				But the juice that they'd use, they can't buy; they concoct some more stuff from the sky, and the murderer groans; and observers' weak bones want to creak as they watch the creep die.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				They was watching this creep in a creek cuz he had such a splendid physique. The concoction he drank contained Sauvignon Blanc, wild onions, fenugreek and oblique.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				While onions found Greek was too bleak, they studied Italian to seek a new zest in their greens to put zip in your jeans as you mangiare words, so to speak.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				My words may get mangled, I speak  with an accent that many folks sikh. It adds vimen vigor, is good for my figor, and keeps me a round and uneek.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				If you've become round in the neck, stop your eating of bushels; just peck at your food for a while. Let your liver its bile to increase and digestion to check.
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				I've checked my digestion, it works but it really likes savory perks. A glass of glühwein is always real fein, two or three and they'll wake up my quirks!
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				I don' think yer quirks need any wakin'; I suspect they's asittin' there achin' ta jes' blurt out 'n' say some dang thing that's away out 'n left field -- P.C. ta be breakin' !
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				Tabby's breakin' the race to left field so we'll see what the outcome will yield. He might make funny faces while sliding the bases and having his backside revealed!
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				Cabby's havin' his backside revealed 'cause he can't keep his luggage concealed every time he bends over suitcase to recover yet the sight's to some hussies appealed!
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				If some hussies have sights that appeal you must know what you’re seeing ain’t real ‘cause they’re lures for a fish from a cosmetic dish and a rich plastic surgeon with skill. 
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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				When a rich plastic surgeon who's killed is arrested and booked and then grilled would he give up the dope or say constantly, "nope" to all questions?  How'd we a case build?
				
				
				
			 
			
			
 
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