There's a hair in my nose
That tickles me on and off
But I can never find it
Do you have something like that
You refuse to let oppress you
So you pluck it out like an eye
But it just keeps growing back
Until you become a gardener
Of weeds springing out of your nose
Seeing they were always there
But now you can really see them
Until you wind up living
In a house of hair
Forever brushing and combing
Just like everyone else
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