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Her mom has a wart on her face that grows How that thing got there nobody knows I looked to my wife and said, "Poke it I think its dead" She said, "Stop it!, that thing is her nose"
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 12:13 AM UTC
Poke It !!! (Limerick)
Her mom has a wart on her face that grows How that thing got there nobody knows I looked to my wife and said, "Poke it I think its dead" She said, "Stop it!, that thing is her nose"
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 12:13 AM UTC
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