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A Diabolically Popped Rib
As Logged by Agent Chase
Daddy’s stuck on the couch.
A popped rib bone? Ooh, ouch!
“Be nice to Daddy,” Mommy warns.
But, I like to take the bull by the horns.
Poke, tickle, stinky toot.
One that smells like a mildewed boot.
Tears of joy or tears of pain?
Okay, we’ll snuggle and watch the rain.
What makes Agent Chase finally willing to snuggle?
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