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One day the goat had plotted against his oppressor .... the Old Man ...
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| So, then the old man beat me with that hickory stick .... | |
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| You know, I think it is that green alcohol .... | |
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| YES! YES! That must be it! | |
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| I think we should steal his green alcohol and then beat him with an oar when he is sleeping ... what do you think? | |
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| Oh, to be FREEEEEE! NO more three foot fucking rope or nothin'! NO more yelling at the goat by the old man! HA HA HA HA! | |
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