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Gaffled (by tricia)
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Gaffled yet again in my world
Where there's an itch on my neck
and my toes thumbnail is pinching
The last curl that edges up away from my neck
hints at pure annoyment
Cookies clean my dinge-d teeth
And every time I look down
I'm reminded of that strand that won't move
Gaffled, yes I am. I've got sourness in my
taste... it's a bit of tin to it, but it's the
best piece of salt I've ever tasted
I'll take another bite
and the soreness and sourness of it all
flushes around in my mouth
With all the weird noises a mouth can make
it's no wonder everyone's always getting into trouble
Our times are limited to an ended page
or a last try at it, but what really matters is...(?)
God knows there ain't no answer to that one
What a tiresome question indeed
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