Stop in for a cup of coffee

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How about this one? But it don't rhyme...

Hickory Dickory Dock
A chick wore only one sock
Gone were her clothes
From her head to her toes
And she kept looking right at my feet.
 
What happened to the fattie that Ray was twisting up? I think I need it to make that poem work right in my brain.

Oh well, time for a beer...maybe that'll help.
 
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