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Lint Suck
So, I've got a white undershirt It's tucked into my pants And just to make sure of things I do a little dance I then put on a blue shirt But let it just hang free Then I go on about my day As happy as can be Now when my day is ending And I undress to get in bed, I notice something peculiar And I stop to scratch my head The white shirt was against my skin all day The blue shirt just hung free But why the lint in my navel is blue Remains a mystery... penitentman
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