I'M ALL TALK. And I'm not doing anything about it.
But she came with the chills,
and he came with the coughs.
She was so weak,
he was so angry.
And here I am.
Not doing anything about it.
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Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!” THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.
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and rhymes.
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