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Waiter, There's a Fly In My Soup!!!

Fly in the ointment, I've heard said, Flies will use you for food, when you're dead But a fly in the soup? Which one of you?? How'd you get in somehow? What did you do? These rhetorical questions, do not require answer, But one thing does, for sure.... Just how did a zipper get in my chicken noodle? This question I do implore My lips are torn, my faith in Campbell's shot, this is one thing, to predict, I had a chance not

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