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ode to snot rockets: a Poem Inspired by Julie Chandler
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I'm satisfied with snot rockets today
Don't need no snot rag, no, not no way
Blowing snot rockets is hygenically sound
But don't step in snot rockets, for they cover the groud
 
No, don't step in snot rockets
They may pose a danger, you'll go slippin' and slidin', cursing in anger
Falling in snot rockets makes on feel blue
Always remember, snot rockets are people, too.