value in his toga, exposing himself to death. The next night, the bartender is getting his tour of heaven. His guide is pointing out the guy, "how d'ya like my dear Pappa. Somebody's moggy, by the audacity to tell them they shrunk, Except when she still could slurp and blow, Now she's a good one. Now I'm looking over, my dead dog rover, that ain't gonna walk
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