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onomatopoeia spoken word sounds like the noise found

My tummy’s grumbling grew and grew
As I was fumbling with my stew
The bubbling spat and that was that
Then I bumbling poured it in my hat

attempts…
Mumbling, I took my bowl and down I sat.
And I mumbling, thought my bowl was my hat
And I mumbling as upon my bowl I sat
Then I bumbling poured it in my hat


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