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Pick Up Sticks
One, two, where were you,
Three, four, when I fell to the floor?
Five, six, now playing pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, starting with a clean slate,
Nine, ten, won't do this again!
Three, four, when I fell to the floor?
Five, six, now playing pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, starting with a clean slate,
Nine, ten, won't do this again!
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