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Il6 MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES. |
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He washed himself with blacking-ball,
Because he had no soap; Then said unto his mother, " I 'm a beauty now, I hope." . |
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Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle. |
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