Bucky Beaver szarvasok, hurkok és kukucskálók #90

Gee, that's a hard one. Correct. Give her $200.

♪ Let's drink muddy water ♪

She's eight feet tall!

in the kitchen with her feet in the hole.

A mouthful of tobacco juice squirting everywhere.

Have you beheld, with much delight, a red rose peeping through a white?

Or else a cherry, double-graced, with an alily, center-placed?

Or ever marked the pretty beam, a strawberry shows half-drowned in cream?

Or seen rich rubies blushing through a pure, smooth pearl?

And orient, too, so like to this, nay all the rest,

is each neat nipplet of the breast.

Blackjack, walked on, cheated, squeezed and mooched.

I've been stuck for war tax, excess profits tax,

state dog tax and sin tax, liberty bond,

baby bonds and the bonds of matrimony,

Red Cross, Green Cross, White Cross

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