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It wasn't me

Every time I do a smell I think it's cool, somehow just swell, I turn around and look to see If they caught on it was me. I cast a frown and act confused For all to know I'm quite bemused, I quickly learned this is the key To then bleat out...it wasn't me! I feign a gaze of sad and hurt Shuffle my feet across the dirt, How could they think this one sweet boy Would ever dream up such a ploy. I wait a while, just stand around Until all doubts have gone to ground, Then with a twinkle and much glee Another fly’s, followed by...it wasn't me!

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Date: 1/28/2022 12:53:00 PM
Laughs, whenever I see someone bent over, I'll blurt out a razzberry! Bad habit... Too funny
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