There was a young buck 'board a bus
who, when bruis'd 'bout his shanks, broach'd a fuss.
Later on, dans Le Cour,
his valet observ'd, "Your
coat's lapel button fixin' needs...thus!"
Multi-millions moving east to occupy new spaces mime millions more migrating north to settle in new places. Where're you look -- in ev...
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