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A Strange Thing

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I know a little girl called Ruth,
With laughing eyes blue as the sky.
Alas S She never tells the truth,
And yet she never told a lie.

But if you ask what is the cause
Of this strange thing. I quickly say--
She cannot talk at all because
She's only one year old to-day.

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