The old man asked “feed me please” “All I have is Cottage Cheese,” I said. “Large curd,” But he heard the rhyming word— And would not eat my Cottage Cheese.
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The old man asked “feed me please” “All I have is Cottage Cheese,” I said. “Large curd,” But he heard the rhyming word— And would not eat my Cottage Cheese.