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Did you hear your mom

when she left for work?

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We’ll have to talk

when she gets home.

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Let’s sit at the table

and read the news.

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Those racist clowns;

they’ll never learn.

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How can you stand me?

I smell like blecch.

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Let’s get you one

and touch your hair,

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and rue the day

it won’t be sticky.