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Doctor Duck

Doctor Duck could not cluck Whenever he tried, he was out of luck So he bought bread Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain He'd wake up covered in crumbs Looking like one of the bums His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread Doctor duck sure was out of luck He'd lost it all, every single buck Doctor Duck was fired He was always tired So he worked at the grocery store All the bread he could want, and more Just stock the shelves with food And He'd be good.

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