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At The Drei Goods Store

I met an old man born in 1919,

A genuine centenarian.

He was burdened with many a bag

So I helped the man with some carryin’.

His bags were filled with red cabbage

And I asked “Are you vegetarian?”

Turns out he fought in World War II;

He was a veteran aryan.

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