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AS I WAS GOING TO SELL MY EGGS by UNKNOWN

Last Line: I TRIPPED UP HIS HEELS, AND HE FELL ON HIS NOSE

Poem Sources:

THE FABER BOOK OF NURSERY RHYME. 2ND EDITION.
  IRESON, BARBARA (ED.)
  (1983)
 



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