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Jun 2016
Locked in my nose
I can't see you, but
I can feel you
O to have my
cool touch PUFFS
to release all of you
Yes you come in
many forms
wet & sloppy
hard & crispy
and long and elastic
I skillfully extract
you on the sly
when no one is looking
Sometime I get caught
in a subtle pick
and I blush
with embarrassment
I flick you
I wipe you, but
never do I taste you
that's gross
Put a little
BOGGIE in your
tissue and
breathe easy.
MY gross effort for the week.  LOL
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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