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2 Some think she is queer, Just how dont appear, I think myself she is cranky But not a bit lanky. She rides in the
rain, Damp give her no pain, She just love to get wet, This dear little pet. She has lots of ambitions, And crams definitions,
And get up before roosters, To write compositions. On poor me she plays teacher, Or at times solemn preacher, And compels
me to learn With a face very stern. But keeps on eating fruit, Caring not the least particle For any flesh article.
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