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I made an appointment, I was worried Off to the doctor in a hurry Doc I have a strange affliction Sort of weird-beard word addiction When I speak, every time The words I say, they have to rhyme Can you treat it, is it serious, Or is my query simply spurious? Doctor drew a heavy sigh Looked at me with weary eye Take these pills and in a day Your condition will fade away I said look doc, I think it's catchin' Did you know your words were matchin'? He said have you had your prostate checked? I said I'm sure it's fine, backed off and left
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Words with the doctor
I made an appointment, I was worried Off to the doctor in a hurry Doc I have a strange affliction Sort of weird-beard word addiction When I speak, every time The words I say, they have to rhyme Can you treat it, is it serious, Or is my query simply spurious? Doctor drew a heavy sigh Looked at me with weary eye Take these pills and in a day Your condition will fade away I said look doc, I think it's catchin' Did you know your words were matchin'? He said have you had your prostate checked? I said I'm sure it's fine, backed off and left
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Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
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