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Who cares what I have to say? Family? Friends? People who like to argue? Or, needle? I suppose I'll find out. Here's some doggerel my grandparents taught me: Little Willie, all dressed in sashes, Fell down the chimney and burned to ashes. By and by the room grew chilly, But nobody wanted to poke up Willie. It's cold here today, 19 degrees.
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