Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Calcutta

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THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF CALCUTTA, WHO PERPETUALLY ATE BREAD & BUTTER;
TILL A GREAT BIT OF MUFFIN ON WHICH HE WAS STUFFING,
CHOKED THAT HORRID OLD MAN OF CALCUTTA.

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