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One night, the moon had just taken off His clothes in the middle of The street. I was walking home. In the middle of the night Singing. In the middle of the street. And a policeman came up to me. Asking: Why are you walking in the middle of the street, In the middle of the night, Singing. I answered: If I knew the answer I would have been Home Hours ago. |
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