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Two boys huddled on a playground: One Said: 'I've seen one. This time when I was a kid, My cousin was changing in our guest room I peaked in through a crack in the door And it was right there reflected in the mirror' Said the other: 'Well, in the attic at my grandfather's house There is this old black and white photo Of this big party with lots of people In the background, and off to the side The photographer caught one, But you can only half see it Peaking behind this woman's dress.'
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
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Two boys huddled on a playground: One Said: 'I've seen one. This time when I was a kid, My cousin was changing in our guest room I peaked in through a crack in the door And it was right there reflected in the mirror' Said the other: 'Well, in the attic at my grandfather's house There is this old black and white photo Of this big party with lots of people In the background, and off to the side The photographer caught one, But you can only half see it Peaking behind this woman's dress.'
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
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