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I just came up with a poem on my 5 mile walk:

The Jab- Her- Wacky Song

It was an itsy-bitsy teenie weenie self-assembling nano-meanie

That they jabbed in her shoulder today;

An itsy-bitsy teenie-weenie terribly toxic nano-meanie,

And in her liver it wanted to play.

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