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Thursday, January 21, 2010
Raiding the Cookie Jar
You gotta hand it to him—
The dude never lost his cool
Wondering how it was this hot
Momma kept popping
Pan after pan in her oven
So that poppa could also
Put his hand in whenever
He moseyed on back.
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