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Stinker Steals My Pudding

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I was sitting in the purple chair,
Eating my chocolate pudding.
Stinker came over and stared at me,
Basically asking for some.

I couldn’t give him any,
For it was chocolate.
Wanting it so badly,
He jumped up,
Stealing my delicious pudding.





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