The donkeys down the road were braying when Fio went out to pick up her newspaper early this morning. It's one of the wonders of country living. You know the song:
Sweetly sings the donkey
At the break of day.
If you do not feed him,
this is what he'll say--
Hee-haw, hee-haw,
Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw.
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Are all politicians donkeys? Or are all donkeys politicians?
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