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Ain't no one trying to be true.

no more I'm hiding my blue.

just once, try someone's stew,

and you might get a clue.

these words are long overdue.

 

Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.

Form them carefully together

because someone who's clever

will sever them forever.

Don't let your tongue become leather.

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hank-roberts
30 / M / American
Published
Aug 9, 2017
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