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I met a man, forever wishin' Who could not align of his condition His head , he knew, was in his mouth Which certainly hurt his health He found a friend on the roof Whose shoe, exactly, fit his tooth, Together, they found a prognostician To advise of their conditions “Lucky, both, I will paint your perditions Toes in mouths, with arty renditions, Perhaps, you’ve heard of me, I’m Dali from Paree”

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