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Mar 20. 2026
There once was a large prickly fellow, Who stood, arms up, in sand so yellow. 'I hold fresh water within, but protected by my spiney skin. So don't touch me or loudly you'll bellow.'
Mar 20. 2026
There once was a large prickly fellow, Who stood, arms up, in sand so yellow. 'I hold fresh water within, but protected by my spiney skin. So don't touch me or loudly you'll bellow.'