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Fifty Ways to Use Your Oven
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I see a Friday and I want to paint it black...
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The Covid, my friend, is flowing in the wind
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Too much time on my hands (one hour, to be exact)
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If it was'na for yer wellies
Where would ya be?
Prob'ly in the hospital
Or infirmary
Cause you'd prob'ly have
A dose of the flu
Or maybe pluracy
If ya dinna have time
To put on yer wellies
-- Billy Connoly -
It's Raining Leaves! Hallelujah!
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Does Anyone Really Know What Time It Is?
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My Sweet Gourd
Mmm my gourd
My my sweet gourdI really wanna seed you
Really wanna heat you up
Then I would purΓ©e you, gourd, but I lost my Cuisinart -
π΅ πΆ
I can see clearly now, the haze is gone.... -
King of Wishful Raking
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Anything on Rushβs Permanent Frost
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Close the Pool on the Hill
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She's got eggs
She knows where to throw them πΆ -
Should I Stay Or Should I Go Rake The Damn Leaves Again
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Wake Me Up When Itβs Warm Again
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The Night the Vote Was Rigged in Georgia
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Ice on the Water Flakes in the Sky
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Raking up Is Hard to Do
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#AutumnProblemsASong
every song of the pumpkin Spice Girls
#HashTagGames -
I Wanna Know Where the Rake Is
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Rock You like a Hurricane
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Lucy In The Sky Needs a Sweater
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Welcome back, my friend,
To the summer that never ends πΆ -
Leafy Like Sunday Morning
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The Clocks They Are a-Changin'
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Nights in Moth-eaten Wool
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Leafinβ on a Jet Plane
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The Rake of the Edmund Fitzgerald
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How many rakes must a man really own
Before you call him a man?
How many leaves can an eaves-trough hold
Before it falls onto the land?
Yes, and how many times must he clean them out
Before he's forever damned?The answer, my friend, is a leaf blower in the wind
The answer is a leaf blower in the wind... -
hay, ewe! Get off of my cloud."
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Anything by the Pumpkin Spice Girls
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Smells like Pumpkin Spice Spirit
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A Course With No Drain
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Every step you take
Every move you make
There'll be Christmas ads πΆ -
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray... -
These Leaves Were Made for Raking
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Come on, baby, clean my flue πΆ
