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TALE OF REPETITIOUS RYME
There once was a house,
With a flagpole,
That sat atop,
A grassy knoll,
Down this knoll,
The kids would roll,
Then later have juice,
By the name of Dole,
Every night,
The father would bowl,
The mother,
Listen to Nat King Cole,
And the eldest son,
Fed the foal,
This tale about a house,
With a flagpole,
And sat atop,
A grassy knoll,
Has finally come,
To its goal.
