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Joke
Sometimes I make a joke,
then I tell it to a man with a smoke,
but he look like some who wasn't fit,
I think my joke can be a famoules hit!
My parent said:
your joke isn't bad!
It is great!
My brother was playd,
whit his little toys,
he was smashing it around,
and he make a lot of noises,
But then, he was sitting on the ground,
because I was telling my joke,
he said: your joke is dope!
Everybody liked my joke,
Except the man with the smoke!
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