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Jun 2011
Slick, it slithers, slyly slitting a slender
wrist (wrenching and writhing) and constantly controlling a
newcomer, now not neglecting noting,
he helplessly harms here and
there, though thoughtlessly thorough
anytime, anywhere (like an animal)
deeply depressing, downsizing, destroying,
working our wared-out worries, wondering wye flays flesh, frequently forgetting

that we care.
Say it as one full sentence. It does not make much sense, but it's a tongue twister poem.
Alexander Smith
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