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09.10.2019 at 10:12 pm
Oh by Jingo, won't you hear our love. We will live out in a tent. Cheat the landlord of his rent. We'll have a lot of little Jiminy Crickets, We can use them for meal tickets. By Jingo said, Now boys don't rave. I have put four husbands in the grave. So they all went away singing.

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