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Dear Colon'l:
I will chew on de rib. Smack twice on de breasts. Crunch up de wings and de tips. I will bite de short thighs. And snash down on dem drums Then I gnaw for hours on de bone. But Colon'l, I do declare: When it comes tuh dem foots. I draws duh line! Created by Earthene Fleming Sometime in the 1970’s Revised: February 17, 2009 11:00 p.m.
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