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Than-Bauk
He taught his bird
A bad word then
Wife heard the word
She had bad sight.
He was quite scarred
Just right for her
He tried to spell
Can’t do well, sighs
To hell with it
New clothes to wear
A new hair do
Can’t spare more cash
Black eye would mend
A good friend mad
The end is sad
looked for his tin
what a grin now
In bin its tossed
Rained when they met
Such a wet greet
They get all dried
Her dream come true
She wore blue tulle
Her new dress shone
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