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Dokkaebi


It began with some sort of aweful muck. 

God aweful muck on a god aweful  shoe of all god aweful things. 

And now a god aweful goblin is tied to this god aweful shoe because of a speck of yucky muck.

Now, this shoe is on a shelf and the goblin is too. 

Grouchy and grumbly and all sorts of  gunky, the goblin sits on the self with the shoe just waiting for someone to wash the muck off the lace. 

That god aweful speck of muck that stuck to the lace and sat there. 

So, the goblin sits and so does the gunk just waiting on the self with the shoe. 

 

 

 

 

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