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In the 9th grade he was nailed.
We was gazing in the blue sky.
Tiny warbler dump gold in eye.
I cry because wayward bird pew.
O poop. Blue Bird sing, heru-ur.
Don't ya love the heehaw songs?
I's Brag about my happy mules.
Mule no flop warbler on herr-ur. okay.