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SpLuTteReR

With every word you utter, there you go you splutter, thanks to my old ears, I can hardly hear, your yelling and ugly, maybe dear your hungry. I never argue with buffoons, they'll waste your afternoons, I've learned this over the years, It's good that I can't hear, so splutter away my dear.

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