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Aug 2011
Syrup from the tree
Syrup all over me.
Me all sticky. Roll Around on the floor.
Gotta wash off on the door.
Rub on the door.

I went to the Frigdar so see my Sprinigmar.
He noticed I was sticky.
I said I was sorry.
I was sorry.
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