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Misses Onion wanders by and sees a sign
It says: Olives nor grapes, enter and say...
As she pauses, she understood the name: Arc in Attics.
In she spills her many names, and come a keeper...
To portray, a solem in-sult out the left, and right here...
Lays his taste: Halt, who is there ? Misses Onion cried
and tried to be, so very kind, now now says the keeper
Two sugars and one layer of honesty shall be required
Ha Ha Harder echoes through the leaves, smaller, than...
Him, who keeps the layer away from them, smaller.
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