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An alpha male cemented glue stuck on a yellow fellow whose seize of a glass, beau rosy-blue shewed
that drop in where when winter blinds awaits the fill, still acorns find
and breaks the silence, ready-dry which will debate the bated cry
out
for thrills with paltry rhymes like this to chill the best of times;
And time again, the cliche mimes
lay claim to waste, the five and dime
switch 'round greener pasture finds
of boxes found for foxes fine
and hitches up for poxes kind
cowboys
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