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Come and listen to the story
About a dwellar named Ibram.
A poor confused youth
Barely kept his gender jammin'.
Then one day it seemed there was no doubt,
Convinced he was born with a tool that's inside out.
"She" that is,
Powders her nose,
Uses the ladies room.
Well the first thing you know
TG Ibby's in their hair.
Cellar peeps said
"Ibby, you come down form there."
Said "Paranoia's not the place you ought to be."
But she labeled them oppressors
And severed all ties clean.
Set a spell
Put an APB out
She might come back now, you hear!
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