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Hark! he shouted. Will those bloody angels stop singing? The windows are rattling with their catterwauling and the sheep have fled the hills. At his words, the clouds parted and a celestrial voice replied
"Listen To The Voice Of Buddah, saying children stop your slaughter, there's no excuse for thoughtless slaying". And with that
he cast down from the sky a great ocean of custard.
The text was denounced as a sham, a mockery
, a bam, a crockery
a slam, a pockery a wokery! Before anyone could speak or stop him, the cheerful chimnetsweep from Mary Poppins burst upon the scene, rhyming and slanging like a coke head with a thesaurus. There was only one thing to do! They stomped the irritating fucker
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