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I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning
What do birds say when they fly home?
Why didn’t the skeleton cross the road?
What do you called a sad coffee?
What lies in bed, and stands in bed? First white then red. The plumper it gets the better the old women like it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?