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There once was a person who was old, Who stole a leprechaun's pot of gold, So the latter kicked him hard And he flew across a yard, And then there's a wind that's very cold.
A dry pile of hay Horses chew with their strong jaws Breaking so much wind
it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided the chance to roll the dice my birthday cake was ready so was the famous spaghetti
My biggest fear-