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Toys "How I love my G.I. Joe My dream is to grow And by just like Joe." "Our boy loves his G.I. Joe Somehow we always know The best gift to make him glow." The young man loved the battle sound Of the artillery all around. But he was found lying face down. Toys boxed, on the basement ground, An empty house, without a sound, Contained his Joe lying face down. |
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