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Once upon a mid-day sunny, while I savored Nuts 'N Honey,With my Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 gal, 128 fl. oz., I sworeAs I went on with my lapping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at the icebox door.'Bad condensor, that,' I muttered, 'vibrating the icebox door -Only this, and nothing more.' . . .