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The Plants Cut,I Don't Know

THE PLANT CUT,I DON'T KNOW Oh! how I worry about them I don't know whose name The plants red and yellow Whose pain I hardly swallow. What means of that Britishian But geninuely I like as vegetation, I'm hurt they were ut rudely Only for this that are toxicly With long horn,but I swear One day the all cut,cause faults bear.

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