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All hail to my runny nose!
Like bubbling brook it sings and flows
With gush unchecked by weir or dam,
Unhindered by the hand of man.
My runny nose! I sing to thee,
A waterfall thou'st made of me,
But now my joy in thee is quenched;
Enough! or else I shall be drenched!
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