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There once was a man with three arms,
His life was full of charms
There never was a dull moment
Even when he was an opponent
They say his name was Mister Harms.
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Oooo, I wonder if his third arm is protruding from his chest? Or back? Or head. No, wait for it. It's from his butt, right? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
🤣🤣 Nice!