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Escort Us To a Tortoise

Escort Us To a Tortoise While I was riding around on a tortoise, Had suffered from case of rigor mortis; Thought was best; Was hard to digest; We named first child Unum E. Pluribus. Jim Horn PS. Dug own grave with hands being shortest.

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