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Big Mac

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McMar’s old man didn't like him much But he never wondered why All sorts of horrid demons Could seen in the old man's eye McMar’s own mother, Doreeane Couldn’t wait to deliver her son They say he tipped the scale Right around 10.1 The nurses couldn’t believe it The young one brought him in “Here’s your new Big Mac”, she said With a happy little grin Doree said, Oh, Motherload! I’m having a heart attack How in the world did you ever know I was thinking of calling him Mac

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