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##@@£%;«., Stands Our House In The Middle Of A ,.«;%£@@##
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##@@£%;«., Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best ,.«;%£@@##
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###@£%;«., And Smell Good, And There Is Little ,.«;%£@###
###@@%;«., Decoration In Our House. But When ,.«;%@@###
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##@@£%;«., Them. Sometimes An Animal Will Sneak In ,.«;%£@@##
@@@@£%;«., But We Always Shoo Them Out. With Fresh ,.«;%£@@@@
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#@£;;..,,, House He Suspects And Resents Our ,,,..;;£@#
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##@@£%;«., Are Left To Care For Us And The House ,.«;%£@@##
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