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Uncle Kitty
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Ah, the Poet, he's an oldie,
But fear not, he's not moldy, So drop that fear and sense of doom, That fine old gent has developed plume! Celebrate your day with a few fine smokes.
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"You stink like cigars Uncle Kitty!" Said my Boo age 3. "Kid, take care of your family and the hell with anyone else" My Grandpa Bubba. |
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