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Three straws on a staff, Would make a baby cry and laugh.
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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXIX. Proverbs.
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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXII. Proverbs.
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Nursery Rhyme. CII. Proverbs.
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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXIII. Proverbs.
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