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Sometimes I think I am a fool That cannot work with any tool: What grain is good I cannot tell Nor can I mend a simple bell. If mother's asked to bring cucumber She'll look amazed if I remember. Sometimes I think I am an *** That would woo a lovely lass. But give me pen and some pages And then enjoy the fool's images.

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