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I've been going back
in time for just a bit
Thinking back on my life
those times I had no wit
Being in the eighth grade
I remember all so well
The time I was given a dare
ten minutes before the bell
There was a popcorn maker
that sat just down the hall
The kernels, oil and salt
in our room, we kept it all
I don't remember every detail
just the basic truth
I was dared to snort the salt
and in my blissful youth,
I thought, "Whatever,
it can't be all that bad"
So they laid it on the table
and took a pen from the pad
Pulled out the ink
so now the pen was hollow
I had not the slightest clue
of what was about to follow
I laid the pen before the line
and up my nose it went 
The biggest sting I ever felt 
as my knees slightly bent
I coughed and hacked for a few
my orange nose was surely glowing
Trying to see through watery eyes
I thought my sinuses were showing
As they all rolled and laughed
I took the pen and threw it
Said, "If you think it's that funny,
then one of you do it!"
Just then the room got quiet
could hear a pen drop in the joint
So, a smile fell across my face
as I had just proved my point
Of course they had the right to laugh
my stupidity wasn't their fault
But a lesson learned in school that day
never, ever snort the salt!

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