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Be it winter or summer more likely than not
my big nose can produce giant globs of green snot.

I use up the tissues a box at a time,
picking and blowing and wiping the slime

that dries in my nostrils like small crusty scabs
and I pull thwem out furry from the hairs that they grab.

But some are still gooey that Ill roll in a ball
and I flick'em real quick so they stick to the wall,

then I wonder how long beforer anyone sees
all the boogers I flicked on their wallpapred trees.

It may be disgusting but then that's what I do
I blow out big boogers and I flick one or two

where they stick on the windows or maybe the door,
while the nastiest ones I just blow on the floor.

And some of you know about this, yes you do,
because some of you have flicked a booger or two.

I'll never point fingers at any of those
who've had their own fingers way up in their nose.

Now I've told a story and some of its true
I've talked about mucus and boogers and you,

and stretching and rolling these green little balls
and picking and flicking and sticking to walls,

and I guess that I'll stop there, so I'll take a pass,
I won't talk about boogers, but let's talk about gas!

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