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On top of fat Debbie... All covered with snot.... she lost her poor booger, when from a sneeze it
was shot. It shot off the table..... and onto the floor..then Debbie's poor booger.... rolled right out the door. It
rolled back into the office... and stuck to a brush... and in Debbie's hairdoo... the boogie was mush.
I'm actually Debbie's booger,
But I look like a worm,
I bet you never
seen a booger that can squirm,
I'm here when you sneeze and I'm here when you cough,
'Cause Im stuck on your finger
and you can't shake me off!
"...down by the
river where nobody goes, there sits Debbie justa pickin' her nose... It don't matter if your watching or not
as long as she gets those balls of SNOT!"
i am Debbie, Debbie i am, i have a taste for hardened flegm. i like them hot and i like
them cold. "Eat you boogers!" mom would scold. Flat or round or round and chewy, dry as bone or soft or gooey.
DEBBIE'S POEMS
We had joy,
We had fun,
Picking boogies in the sun,
When the sun got too hot,
The boogies turned to snot.
Roses are red violets
are blue if you were a booger I'd pick you.
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