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Nat tumbled back from town
To get dressed in brown.
Wiggled all the way down
For a gold crown.
They watched her wound,
Couldn't find the right noun.
Whispered second guesses with a frown,
Saw her smile they could bound.
So they huddled around
For another count.

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