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[bodytext] => Gubby Petalslanker of Whileyhood Hill, Salop abodd the roof of his Kikiganga mill. Craggling his fingers, Barlopping his feet, He watched the slankins spik and flance Whilst drunching his verrisom meat. Gnarly though this slanker breared, Inwardly lollomonic, cadd and vello-teared, Salop abodd that roof, he truly doddy was The Magilard of Whileyhood, The Lint of Ayant Vard. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => fay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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