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Under The Sink I'm not sure, but here's what I think; A big, ugly monster Lives under my sink. He comes out when I'm not there. He plays with my toys, Leaves them everywhere. Mom peeks though my door and yells my name. He messes my room, And I get the blame. I'll find his house, and here's what I think, I'll sneak inside and Hide under his sink. I'll come out when he's not there. I'll play with his toys, Leave them everywhere. His mom will come in, yell his name. I'll mess his room, And he'll get the blame.
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