The bride side of life

Always look at the bride side of life, whistle with a thistle in your mouth and a thorn beneath your horn, dance with the broom across the room and bare soles on top of Poles escaped from concentrated lemonade and a cramp, it’s the tramp who makes us chuckle as we buckle up and sail across the strait of a smile.
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