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I remember liking this one:
A little boy climbed an apple tree.
The watchman, Trofimych, raised his shotgun.
A mournful cry rang out again...
"Twenty-seventh," the old man smiled.
A little boy climbed an apple tree.
The watchman, Trofimych, raised his shotgun.
A mournful cry rang out again...
"Twenty-seventh," the old man smiled.