There once was a girl named Batsheva
who tried to write limericks so cleva.
When they asked her why,
She said with a sigh,
“What should I do, that’s my teva!”
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There once was a girl named Batsheva
who tried to write limericks so cleva.
When they asked her why,
She said with a sigh,
“What should I do, that’s my teva!”