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Back at Tarla's camp We made promises To keep in touch Feelings were hurt by her husband Who hit Mr. Chilk In the face with a bottle Tarla said, "
Oh Mr. Chilk! You are a mess. My husband has been to the Mansion I guess. He's always been nice, except for more recently. One trip to that House can strip one of decency." Mr. Chilk put his hand to his face on his head and said, "
If you don't lift the tissue my scabs will be dreadful." And Tarla reached into her box full of virtue and pulled out a Handful of colorful tissue. "
It's tissue to skin how I must lift it gently for if I'm too hasty I might make a dent stay." Oh tissue times two it's a difficult pod Who shall decide on this delicate issue?
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