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| ...may my pickle stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may it be wrong
for whenever gherkins are green they are not young | |
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| and may my sweet and sour do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than pickle-juicey
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one bite. | |
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| this is mind boggling ed ! | |
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