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Oct 2012
I trust my body won't secrete a smell to strong for me to handle,
But my mind on the other hand,
Sometimes the stench is unbearable.
And my thoughts, all the more terrible.
Therefore,
If someone was reading my mind I could tell.
They'd go pail.
Bitterly gagging.
With a look of distress,
And fear for the future.
Top it off with a smirk.
No no,
Laughter and love,
With many waisted efforts and shrugs.
Sam Greaves
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Sam Greaves  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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