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High-Scores On Chuckie Egg

I reached level forty-one no probs, And won the game, but had sobs, So that that just failing was fobs, If I determined not to join the slobs. So the next time I reached it, had bobs, Because it felt wrong to veer from your hobs, But I failed the level at the last post, robs, Since I couldn’t merge victory with my everyday disability, lobs, So the third game after that first success, probs, I let myself win again so my brother had gobs.

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