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Excuses, excuses.
Sticks and stones and puns and bones!
Excuses, excuses.
Welcome to PARTY TOWN
I hear chickens grow on poul-trees YUK YUK YUK
Tick tock, in a clock, old man sits the hours off~
Reconciliation.
Or not.
Off you go
SHRUBBY LIL NUISANCES
Hustle and bustle~
Babby struttin’