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Fingers on our booger

With one hand on my thigh I realize it's time To pick My booger At night all alone I pick. My boogers. And when one hangs low. I stop And think About my life... 2 people see two things wrong with too. Being involved. We stop And scratch our heads. And when we are deep In thought We realize That Our fingers Are on Our boogers.

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