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He steals your breath
and makes you writhe. Tears are streaming down your eyes! His stealth renowned. His arms are strong, He has patience. It is long! For he will grab you from your sleep He will make you want to weep. This monster waits, oh, so close by. He will get you. He is sly! Tickle monster is coming soon! He will tickle ‘til you swoon! He is waiting; be on your guard! If you’re ticklish You’ll laugh hard!
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