There was once a boy I knew,
who loved to sniff tubes of glue,
he sniffed so much,
he was sticky to touch,
and he always had the flue.
He was as thin as a rake,
and would constantly shake,
he shook like a shaman,
and spoke like a alien
on earth for a weekend break.
He was as white as sheet,
and would melt in the heat,
Then one day he suddenly died,
he had accidently glued his mouth to his eyes.
Not Long Left
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