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Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. In these waters the shell has about given out. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. "I never had a pet.
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