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Fiddle de dee and me nor comprehend..it's price! it's weight! Then again..
I'm going forlorn so gift this quick, Tucker the Mouse, let's read between!
The day came at the subway and pretending saved none from need of money.
Mother! How could you've known?..
Father, I suppose each to their own!
Fiddle de dee and please understand..it's life! it's paid! Then again..
I'm slowing for more so gift this quick, Tucker the Mouse!
Play your games, find your solitary ways that they may release such prayers unto cats.
Cricket In Times Square, the
Jonathan Michael Conlon