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| Okay, here goes. *ahem* Little Suzie Wuzzle / had a very scary puzzle. / She woke up one fine morning / with a very hairy muzzle! | |
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| Yes, that hair upon her face / seemed a little out of place. / Instead of soft, smooth skin, / Suzie had whiskers on her chin! | |
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| Yet something seemed to tell her / that the hair was quite familiar-- / Soft and springy, slightly stringy-- / It felt like that upon her Thingy! | |
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