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Cleo stubbed her toe Thats it All the furniture had to go! Cleo burned her tongue Oww, that's not fun All the food went out the door Cleo cut her finger on the page Oh the horror, oh the rage All the books in the fire Now she huddled in the empty Hungry Soul less Room And feared the light that kept her warm. She locked the world out And herself in And she had nothing left Poor Cleo