just a little rhyme a wrote about a magic doorknob. im pretty sure this makes no sense, but whatever.
The magic doorknob is protected by a rabid guard dog,
the dog is owned by a tough cop, we call him a hard hog,
the pig (oink) belongs to a mother, but we know shes all talk,
she wont be hiding things behind the door anymore, when we give her a blanket infected with small pox.
because thats the american way.
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