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wooed by a two ton iowa steer
the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a queer leer
over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer.
Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear.
I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer.
Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!
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Caren Krutsinger
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