mine polka dot hot probe'd

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                               i hear'd thuh sound
                                             uv
                                      chipmunks
                                    mine thought
                                             yet
                                leaf'n through thuh
                                     wood sorrel
                                            thuh 
                                      shamrocks
                                          for her 
                                    4leaf'd clover
                                      were yesss
                                       hern purty
                                        so pretty
                                   in her red frock
                                     glitter'd with
                                      white dots
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