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twelve tarquins skiing
eleven mute swans singing
ten kettles steaming
nine spinsters shiver
eight maidens knitting
seven farmers gritting
six builders bricking
five cold rings
four snoring dormice
three yellow snow cones
two lost cuckoos
& a parsnip stuck up my arse
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ouch I hate when that happens – parsnip up my ass
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