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April 2024
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When Yankee Doodle came to Paris town, Upon his face he wore a little frown, To those he’d meet upon the street, He couldn’t speak a word, To find a Miss that he could kiss It seemed to be absurd. But if this Yankee should stay there awhile Upon his face you’re bound to see a smile.

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