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44 Specchi There was a boy with a twisted arm, A twisted arm, a twisted arm had This boy with a twisted arm and The arm made a noise, a noise, A pop when he moved his twisted arm, The boy with that twisted arm. And you couldn’t tell that it was twisted, Except that it looked twisted, his arm Twisted like that, popping like that When he moved it all twisted like that That boy with that twisted arm, The boy with that twisted arm. But my arm is not twisted, though It has been twisted and it even pops At times when I move it and I move it a lot, My arm that is not twisted, like the boy’s, That boy with the twisted arm, A pop when he moved that twisted arm. ...

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