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I hate getting sick,
So I make sure not to lick,
I always make sure the Hand Sanitizer is very thick.
I always feel like germs are there,
And I wonder where.
Some people don't even care,
And I yell at them like a bear.
Sometimes it's not fair,
When you really care,
Yet you still get sick.............

LOL! So true!
 
Another strange person: (not at all based on me)

I might seem strange,
And that is very true,
I always put on one sock,
Then one shoe.
I am not very fond of glue,
It sticks really bad to you.
I sometimes wish that it were true,
That I had eight hands and five feet,
'Cause that would be really neat.
 
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Sometimes I dread,
Going to bed.
Sometimes I dread,
Eating plain bread.
Sometimes I dread,
Feeling a pain in my head.
Sometimes I dread,
Getting my chickens fed,
Sometimes I dread,
Some of the things I've said.
 
It was night time there,
Where people were without a care,
To be aware,
Of a mighty grizzly bear.
Along the the path,
The bear followed with great wrath,
Seeking vengeance for his lost kind,
Because men killed them after there find.
The bear approached the village,
Wanting to make a great pillage.
His shadow approached through the streets,
Until he approached a house,
As quiet as a mouse,
He rippled his claws through the door.
This devastation cracked the tiled floor.
He enter the room,
And swept the across the floor like a broom.
A man shaking with fear grabbed the gun,
Even through the fight had just begun.
The bear knew the power of the gun,
And the pain was not fun.
With all his rage the bear attacked the man,
With one fire the gun shot,
And hit the bear right in a deadly spot,
Were the blood would not be able to clot.
The bear was defeated,
And his kind with him to,
Now you will only see them at the zoo.
 

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