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Khaki Pants

Khaki pants fell down a well somewhere We don't know where We are not mapologists It was deep, dry and empty but no longer As stated, the pants are at the bottom now Khaki pants had an occupant in them at the time Obeying the laws of physics One person at a time is all one pair of pants can fit The person is no longer with us Khaki pants do not fall on their own Decisions come from higher powers Perhaps the pants occupant put an end to it Or simply slipped into the hole We will never know Khaki pants are strange They come in tan and other colors But have never been accused of murder

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