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all day long
flies nibble on my breakfast porridge
-servant’ s holiday
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all day long
flies nibble on my breakfast porridge
-servant’ s holiday
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While the servants are away, the flies will play! Poor servants to return to old porridge on the table. 🙂
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Perfect!
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