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Uncle Drakes Toe

My toe is sore a real ow My toe is old, I don’t know how. I chopped it off, a silly mistake. Now it is worse, said Cousin Drake. He is aged and out of his mind His dementia is the very worst kind. The toe is lost, we cannot find. Uh-oh, on a chain and freshly shined.

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