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Willy, with a thirst for gore,
nailed his sister to the door.
His mother said with humor quaint,
"Now Willy, dear, don't scratch the paint!"
Down the family drinking well
Willy pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet, because it kilt her.
Now we have to buy a filter.
Willy saw some dynamite.
Couldn't understand it quite.
Curiosity seldom pays.
It rained Willy seven days.
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| Len 17, Wid 3 |
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