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You May Pick My Nose - (A poem, a prose, a prose...)
You, oh you, with fingernails that are short, that do not cut, or nick, or scratch or contort You may pick my nose. You, oh you, who stands out in the sun, who has skin that is tan, that is burnt, that is fun You may pick my nose. When the ransom is to be paid, the bleeding is to be great, when the ..
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2014/05/30 10:44:55
