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When happy Joe walked down the road, All people threw stones at him, But hands in pocket out he strode, And bore the pain with a big grin. He often walked mile after mile, And people threw stone after stone, But he just gave a cheery smile, And never let out with a moan. People began to spit on him, And he got wetter and wetter, Until he cursed their every limb, Then people smiled, "Ah, that's better". |
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