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Her name was Pearl
There was a young woman named Pearl,
who let her petticoats unfurl,
well shamefaced and rumbled,
out they all tumbled,
reaching from pauper to earl.
There was a young woman named Pearl,
Who was a rather hairy large girl,
The noise from her throat,
Made her sound like a goat,
So no wonder she was often called Cyrill
A Lim!
The hairdo worn by lady Pearl
defies combs and knots every curl
migrant birds now complain
nesting there is a pain
chirping twigs are much better to twirl.
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allets
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:-) love it!!
:-) love it!!