In San Francisco the days were warm

In San Francisco the days were warm, and Lily the mascot goat had returned to her master's side.
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"One man's pizen is anotheh man's meat,--
Mah troubles neveh botheh you.
Hog needs wings like a snake needs feet:
De question ain't why, but who."

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