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MY MOTAR
My mortar, my
Pestle and my
Mellon were
all ready to make
a meal,
But we
suddenly discovered
There was no kerosene
In the stove
Pestle and my
Mellon were
all ready to make
a meal,
But we
suddenly discovered
There was no kerosene
In the stove
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MY MOTAR
MY MOTAR