Please   "Pass the potatoes, please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, his hands were wet from washing up.   "Pass the meatloaf, please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, his hat was tilted like a pup.   "Pass the green beans, please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, a buzzing fly seemed to want them more.   "Pass the biscuits, please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, his napkin slipped onto the floor.   "Pass the jelly, please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, tapping a spoon against his plate.   "Pass the pepper, please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, He heard the squeaking of a gate.   "Pass the water please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, He saw his pet cat standing near.   "Pass the fresh pie please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, "No more pie." said his mother dear.   "Excuse me please!" Cowboy Bill said with ease, standing to leave the dining room.   "If you please," Cowboy Bill said with ease, "I'll clear the table and get the broom."   "Thank you." Cowboy Bill's mom said with ease.

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