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There once was a man named Pop, Who always went out to mop. He thought his mop was too chubby, So he went to give it to Bubbie. Bubbie went out to mop, When suddenly, she halted to a stop. She thought her mop was too thin, So she dumped it back in the bin. Bubbie accidently stepped in some glue, But didn't know what to do. Picking her foot up didn't work, So she went to call the clerk. The workers came rushing over, As to playing the game red rover. They went to get the mop, And finally started to swap. Bubbie's foot came twirling out, When Pop walked out, Cheering about. He had been spying on Bubbie, So she had gotten mad, Pop had then realized, What he had done was bad.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
"Pop and the Mop"
There once was a man named Pop, Who always went out to mop. He thought his mop was too chubby, So he went to give it to Bubbie. Bubbie went out to mop, When suddenly, she halted to a stop. She thought her mop was too thin, So she dumped it back in the bin. Bubbie accidently stepped in some glue, But didn't know what to do. Picking her foot up didn't work, So she went to call the clerk. The workers came rushing over, As to playing the game red rover. They went to get the mop, And finally started to swap. Bubbie's foot came twirling out, When Pop walked out, Cheering about. He had been spying on Bubbie, So she had gotten mad, Pop had then realized, What he had done was bad.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
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