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Once riding in Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking strait at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he puked out
His tonge, and called me , "------."
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all I remember.
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