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There once was a runner named Dwight Who could speed even faster than light. He set out one day In a relative way And returned on the previous night.
At times I’m so mad that I’m hopping. My angriness sets my veins popping. I yell and I curse, With swear words diverse, But my wife does much worse: she goes shopping.
An elephant slept in his bunk, And in slumber his chest rose and sunk. But he snored – how he snored! All the other beasts roared, So his wife tied a knot in his trunk.
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I’d rather have Fingers than Toes, I’d rather have Ears than a Nose. And as for my Hair, I’m glad it’s all there, I’ll be awfully sad, when it goes.
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There once was an old man of Esser, Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser, It at last grew so small He knew nothing at all And now he’s a college professor.