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There was a man called Woogers, Who liked to eat his boogers, All the kids in the street, Thought it was a disgusting feat, He almost stopped, But then he popped, All of his raging boils. There was a man named Soils, Who liked to pop his boils, All the animals around, Thought it was a disgusting sound, So he stopped, And dropped, Dead.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Mr Woogers' Special Boogers...
There was a man called Woogers, Who liked to eat his boogers, All the kids in the street, Thought it was a disgusting feat, He almost stopped, But then he popped, All of his raging boils. There was a man named Soils, Who liked to pop his boils, All the animals around, Thought it was a disgusting sound, So he stopped, And dropped, Dead.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
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