You’ve herd that its very deer to my heart that I field enough doe to make me happy write?

 

  You’re the only one who cares, you truly veal my pain.
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(You may want to slap your forehead and cry, "Doe!")

I had a venison.  And in that venison I saw veal coming from young cows.  And lo, there was not a deer to be seen.  

(Veal is from a young cow, not a deer.)

 

  That’s a species argument if I’ve every encountered won, butt off coarse yore write. Doe!

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  Eye dew? Maybee wee shood runoff inntwo the woods together!
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Purrhaps.

 

  I won’t try to hide behind false bravado on this one.
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