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A Sticky End
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....and so it begins
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The trickling liquid oozed and spread and noxious fumes arose
Which grabbed him by the throat, then crept right up his nose
His lungs were filled with poison gas
Then he spotted a buxom young lass
(allow me to join - thus preserving rhythm)
With lungs full filled with gas he then espied yon spotted lass
'Get me oxygen!' cried he 'And I will let you pass'
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