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Peter says this slicer is nicer.
Peter Pear punches holes with really really long poles.
Peter Pear welds well until he hears the dinner bell.
Peter went to bake his bread. But alas, the yeast was dead.
Peter Pear is quite hard put to find a sandal for his foot.
“To tell the truth, I pulled a tooth!”
Peter cleans with Sandalwood. It smells creamy, warm, and good.
“This old drain’s a real pain to maintain.”
Peter Pear draws jaws and paws.
Peter weathers a winter storm, in his bathrobe, safe and warm.