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Not a tear for Napoleon

Like Napoleon, I was born. He led the French army, I made sure the sheep got shorn. And while I was covered deeply in sheep's doo, he met his Waterloo. And when on Saint Helena he died, none of my sheep cried.

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Date: 2/7/2025 1:23:00 PM
Me neither
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Marinus Jansen
Date: 2/7/2025 2:39:00 PM
:)

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