I wrote for luck. They sent me you. I sent for juice. You give me poision. I hold the line. You form the queue. Try anything hard. Is there anything else you can do? Well not much — I've not been trained. I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over. I don't read. I just guess. There's more than one sign. But it's getting less. And you were wet. But you're getting dryer. You use to speak the truth. But now you're liar. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever.
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