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Cute little poem
Early one morning, one dark night.
Two dead boys got up to fight, back to back they faced each other.
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
A deaf policemen heard this noise, and came and shot those two dead boys.
If you dont think this story is true, ask the blind man he saw it too.
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I couldnt think of anything to put here , but I guess anything would do
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