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Created on: October 01, 2009
(The FBI sock patrol is searching high and low)
Hello and and high up in the sky my socks are flying away on a UFO.
The Martian (they always blame them) rotates the orbital blimp into place.
The vacuum sucks: up, up, up go my socks into space.
My space socks are floating up high: hello Martian and goodbye: my socks go flying away.
The sock sucker (a Hoover vacuum?!) sucked my line-drying socks up to space:
a Hoover vacuum I suspect for this disgrace!
The Martian sock-sucking vacuum is a belligerent device! What an evil it bespeaks.
A Martian sock sucking Hoover operator I see stealing away!
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