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If you had heard him clear his throat....
Or cough, for goodness sake....
You’d laugh at all the funny noise....
My Daddy used to make....
A nervous cough, a loud “ahem”....
Would keep us all awake....
But we could always bear the noise....
My Daddy used to make....
Sometimes, with guests, he’d leave the room....
Perhaps for Mother’s sake....
So they were always spared the noise....
My Daddy used to make ....
But now, whene’er I clear my throat....
With sounds I cannot fake....
I hear the funny noises that....
My Daddy used to make....
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