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Feb 2012
When I bite you you’ll have a crooked cut.
When I digest food it’s crooked.
Even my limbs are on crooked
In my crooked joints.
My fingers are crooked
And so are my toes.
My skin is stretches
My Tongue is twisted
And my lungs are lopsided.
Title is first line.
Written by
Kenny Brown
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