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Nov 2016
I don't give two ***** about how I look.
Noticeably.
Face is like a spring bloom,
Except all the blooms are reddish, bursting, bleeding buds.
My head is everywhere rounded:
Pictures accentuate the impeccable sphere.
So what?

But I tell you,
When waiters give me kiddie menus without a second thought,
They better not ******* forget the crayons.
No poodle drawing for you, *******
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