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How Many Slams In An Old Screen Door? Depends How Loud You Shut It. How Many Slices In A Bread? Depends How Thin You Cut It. How Much Good Inside A Day? Depends How Good You Live 'em. How Much Love Inside A Friend? Depends How Much You Give 'em.

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How Many Slams In An Old Screen Door? Depends How Loud You Shut It. How Many Slices In A Bread? Depends How Thin You Cut It. How Much Good Inside A Day? Depends How Good You Live 'em. How Much Love Inside A Friend? Depends How Much You Give 'em.

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