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fit of spite.
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That she ranted,
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and screamed at
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her husband about
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why the baby
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was bawling over,
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but her husband
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Shot the dog
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which proceeded to
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run a Mayoral
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dream of being
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a toad in
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a far away
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place of fat
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in the body
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that oozes out
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a slimey green |
race of boogers
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splashed out onto
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the nearby tree
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which wiggled vivaciously
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in the snotty
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crevice of the
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toad's back, but
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the ostrich unfortunately
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