| Willie Warstle, auld Carle |
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| I gaed owre Bottle-brig |
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| Around the house, arickity-rary |
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| California Trail |
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| When clouds appear like rocks and towers |
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| I got a little manikin, I set him on my thoomiken |
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| If Dick's father is John's son |
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| I ring, I ring, a pinky! |
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| Pussy |
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| The Rump's Hipocrisy |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem