Limerick -1 (Stoned And Stone)
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Kumarmani Mahakul
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It was eventide and was cold,
A stoned came to me, he was old.
He had stoneware to be sold,
Stoned stumbled on stone and me told,
'Alas! My stonewares were thrashed and became fold.'
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