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A man walks down the street ,crying. He has lost his shoe. He´s staring at the hole on his stocking.  A big prunelike toe stares back at him. The rain comes tumbeling down from the dark gray clouds.  And there is no sunshine in sight ,but maybe he could get some moonshine !?

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