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Hos In My Bosom
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Skin on my nose/
Cornflower crayons on my teeth/
Sliver pounds in the ground/
Sparkling on the night's sky/
Why, oh why must you die?/
Oh, that's right.
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IZ CUZ IMA GONNA KILL YO SCRAWNY BUTTOCKS!