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Eight fingers,
— Ten toes,
Two eyes,
— And one nose.
Baby said
— When she smelt the rose,
" Oh! what a pity
— I've only one nose! "

Ten teeth
— In even rows,
Three dimples,
— And one nose.
Baby said
— When she smelt the snuff,
" Deary me!
— One nose is enough. "
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