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Poor Putter Who Would Stutter So Did Shutter

went on rampage they never would act their age creating much rage what we always did dread had nightmares sleeping in bed more people were dead when willow did weep we would count the wooly sheep soon were sound asleep behind was facade our minds they would seem to prod God will love and laud in field sheep herder fence supported by girder news mentioned murder such a poor putter when we had heard him stutter would often shutter

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