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Q: Uncle Napolean Xiv, tell me a story, pleeeeeeease?
A: Basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away ha haaaa!
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O to be wafted away From this black aceldama of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy today Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow! |
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