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Chestnuts

when your chrismas shopping and stopping you can't help but spell like coming from hell the smoke make you joke it a sprit of this stuff the asmell of hoilday CHESTNUTS

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Date: 9/7/2012 10:55:00 PM
When Jack Frost is nipping at our nose, there are folks outside dressed like Eskimos. While the chestnuts are roasting on the open fire, we listen to yuletide carols being sung by a choir. Sometimes our friends we can cajole into having a Christmas like Nat King Cole.
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