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My Daughter's Shoes Ewwww, the stench is killing me! Has something died in here? I look around, and all I see is a half-drank bottle of beer. Has something died in here? The fumes are knocking me out! Is a half-drank bottle of beer the culprit, or last night's sauerkraut? The fumes are knocking me out! Is the never-emptied litter box of my cat the culprit, or last night's sauerkraut? Soon I'll collapse on the dirty mat. Is the never-emptied litter box of my cat the cause of that putrid smell? Soon I'll collapse on the mat. I search frantically, all pell-mell. The cause of that putrid smell, making me sing the blues, I search frantically, all pell-mell, under her bed lies my daughter's shoes. Making me sing the blues, I look around, and all I see, under her bed, my daughter's shoes. Ewwww, the stench is killing me!
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