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It's raining
It's pouring
The little old man is snoaring
He bumped his head, went to bed
And didn't wake up till morning....
He had a concusion actually
And died in his sleep
While dreaming of fairies.
Moral of the story....
Dreaming of fairies equals death by concusion.
The end.
It's pouring
The little old man is snoaring
He bumped his head, went to bed
And didn't wake up till morning....
He had a concusion actually
And died in his sleep
While dreaming of fairies.
Moral of the story....
Dreaming of fairies equals death by concusion.
The end.
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