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I met a man once named Job,
Who made an earring from a glob.
Now, isn’t that queer?
A glob on his ear?
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He now has a twenty-foot lob.
The once was a man with a fro
who went by the name of Moe.
One dark night
He forgot his light,
And what’d ya know, he stubs his toe!
There once was a man named Joe
Who had very crusty toes
He had corns and bunions
That smelled like onions
And that’s how the story goes
There was a young man from Lenore,
Whose mouth was as wide as a door.
While attempting to grin,
He slipped and fell in,
And laid inside out on the floor.
To manage to keep up a brain,
It’s no easy job, it is plain;
That’s why a great many
Don’t ever use any,
Thus avoiding the care and the strain.
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