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To Barbara we now bid adieu
We'd all love a mother like you
But we will not cry
You're always nearby
in reruns on TV we'll view
A mother of under-achiever
young son who was nicknamed "The Beaver"
She vacuumed in pearls,
let wisdom unfurl
from lips of her hubby Ward Cleaver
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"I speak jive."
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