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Dear Ann

Oh, my poor dear Ann,

She’s so badly hurt.

 

You go on ahead, dear Burt.

Just don’t you worry—

 

And do not tarry.

 

I’ll take caravan

And unhurt Mary.

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Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

you are

one dangerous writer, Chuck. Mark