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This strange occurance happens once a month,
I’ll grab the pickles and a spoon
And eat all afternoon,
Until there’s nothing left to munch.

My brother watches Star Wars
Until his eyes fall out,
My mother reorganizes without doubt,
Everything must be in sets of fours.

My uncle eats his M&M’s in red,
My cousins climb a mountain
To throw a coin in a fountain,
And my aunt talks to the voices in her head.

We’re strange, we’re weird, we don’t really mind,
Just look at your family and see what you find.