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Jun 2018
Tick...tock...tick...tock
Am I afraid
Of course I am
Back and forth
The pendulum swings both ways
Expertly filleting the youth from my flesh
Shredding my lightbrowns
And replacing it with a nice
Even spread of pepper
While gently etching creases
Into my face
Timeously chopping into my bones
As the belly fat weighs me down
Then suddenly hitting the back
So picking up the heavy's a big no.no
And finally slicing into the mind
Where confusion strikes
And the car keys is missing....again
Sorry have to go now
My next birthday party's comming up
Call it what you want (catch 22) or(caught between a rock and a hard place)let's do it gracefully
Khoisan
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Khoisan  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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       Bardo, ---, Edmund black and Lone Chimney Sweep
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