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F - ough

A foreign student, confused by English spelling,
submitted this poem to his professor of literature:

The wind was rough
And cold and blough;
She kept her hands inside her mough.

It chilled her through,
Her nose turned blough,
And still the squall the faster flough.

And yet although,
There was no snough,
The weather was a cruel fough.

It made her cough,
(Please do not scough);
She coughed until her hat blew ough.

-Bennett Cerf
Kept from an old Readers Digest but not referenced

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