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She likes to play away the day. It does not matter what you say. She sometimes plays with her two cats, at other times she plays with bats, and it's baseball that she'll play. Her birthday comes around in May. She'll want to have her way all day, or otherwise she'll be a brat. She likes to play. The hours we will wile away. Her ukelele she will play. If that don't make her one cool cat then running 'round is where it's at, so that's the way she'll spend her day. She likes to play!
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