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| So Suzie reached into her thong / (though she'd feared to all along). / And, surely enough, there was no thatch / where there had always been a patch! | |
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| And, though Suzie checked it double, / there wasn't even any stubble-- / Just bare skin where hair had been.... / How had it gotten on her chin? | |
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| So in her mind a thought did hatch, / And it did cause her head to scratch. / Suzie could not ignore the facts: / She cried, "Where is the patch? / Where is the patch upon my snatch!?!" | |
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