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Thursday, July 31, 2008, 3:33 a.m. – I woke to this song in my head:
Sing a Song of Sixpence / English Nursery Rhyme
Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish
to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour,...
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