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I was taking French class trying to learn to say,
the language of love or so they say it's that way.
I had such a time trying to roll the words off my tongue,
and couldn't form the right sound from the book it came from.
My teacher and I had went round and round,
about this foreign language with it's hard sound.
So the next time I went to French class I had a plan,
I put marbles in my mouth and talked like a French man.
(Written for a friend taking french as a pun)

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