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My speech:
‘How now brown cow’ said the owl that had draped himself in paper towel. He thought he had all the power with his army of flour. ‘It was their final hour’ announced the clown that had been pounced on by the evil flour and was now beginning to drown in the little creek in the little town. ‘Do you want it bound’ ??? hounded from his mound of lounges. To get him down from his mound they had to pound the ground with their fists. After an hour of pounding they found the drowning clown from the little town.

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