| Wednesday, May 26, 2004 |
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Grandma's in the cellar
And, lordy, can't you smell her
Cooking biscuits on the old dirty stove
And in her eye there is some matter
Dripping down into the batter
And she whistles while the snot runs down her nose!
Down her nose
Down her nose
And she whistles while the snot runs down her nose. |
posted by Unknown @ 9:08 AM   |
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