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Eeek! Who knows What might show Under all my Super tight, fatty clothes I thought this spam would slim-ify But instead this diet will make me die Good thing my spammy feathers can cover my beak Make it so I don’t stuff my face and cry Spread some spam on a slice of rye Whatever works on dough Is my dream pie But guess no, Won’t grow Sleek.
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