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Old MacDonald had a farm. And on this farm he had some cheese that achieved sentience and began plotting his downfall.
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Should there really be a fire in your hat?
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Chicks with sticks nix hick's mix of licks and wicks
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Well, no, you're a space tiger with more money than is good for him.
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For want of a golden doodle, my milkshake was lost.
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Motorcades mean little to such folk, absorbed as they are in terbaccy and swilling cheese curds.