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Dec 2017
I liked my mom when she was nicer...
     ...nicer when her spirit shined through her work...
          ...work on those dentures for that poor old man...
               ...poor old man without any teeth.

I liked my mom when she was still working on teeth...
     ...teeth she no longer works on, and too bad...
          ...too bad I liked my mom.
She worked on teeth when she was happy, happy people are nice, and I like nice people.
Written by
Keiko Tei
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   Medusa
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