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crucified on Cruciferae Four leaf clover, cross. Don't worry This is the end our journey Colonel Brigadier Racketeer rookie with fear Of the battlefield He
cabbage, derives It was in the Dark Ages when Cruciferae shined Now, we all peasants to the fruit of your vine I would not eat anything else covered in brine
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