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Mar 2019
my nem is truffles
and dis my nose
i sniff the feet,
i lik the toes

der be days
wen i get cold
i lift my leg
i cannot hold

And on the couch
Or on the rug
I do not care
I do not shrug

But when mom comes
And sees my ***,

i can tell no lies...

i do
the "eyes"
Frankie Abraham
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Frankie Abraham
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