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yes...triotic, if de rigueur...
.but I'm despotic....fraught.... dialis, flamen..fleur...
and I've touched most ever' dog I've ever seen....
my mother's eyes, dill pickley...mine, a sea-er green.....
please...I'm not referring to the jalousies....
they'll be re-arranged....gently adjusted,
by a company of kindly rangers....
before the property is due to be condemned....or redeemed...
.how 'bout some hush, puppies?
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