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The Obligatory Limericks Game
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When the Crescenters arrive at Rab...
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His wings might get chilly,
But never his willy,
all swathed in its loin cloth of leather.
It's festive, it's bright, and it's gay
It's the New Santa! Now on his way
To deliver your gift
'tho he is pis't
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