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I&#8217;d say, No way!&quot;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I knew a woman who got things all wrong. She&#8217;d quote a poem, say it was a song. She&#8217;d call a gong a bell, a bell a gong. 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