Question

напишите пожалуйста весь стих полностью my room ,my room,what a mees.
l need to clean it...
дальше не знаю потому что вырвали страницу...помогите плизи)

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My room, my room, what a mess.
I need to clean it, I must confess.
I cannot see the floor any more.
And if it's not clean, I'm out the door.
Cleaning this, what a bore.
Under my dresser I see a dust bunny.
As you may see, it's just not funny.
I hate this room, it'll never be clean.
Junk knee-high, if you know what I mean.
Clothes and books tossed throughout.
I don't think I'll ever get out!
Ooh! Look at this and look at that.
"Hey, Ma, I found the cat!"
My dirty socks really do smell,
Among tubes and tubes of goopy hair gel.
Under my bed, I see a dozen things.
A book, a pen, fried chicken wings!!
Cleaning my room; what a bore.
I can't take it anymore!!
My cat, what hasn't been seen for a week.
These fuzzy cookies really do reek.
My sport's collage on my wall,
Jose, Boomer, Bo know football.
As you may see, I'm almost through.
I'd better go or I'll lose this, too.