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Sep 2018
It was in noon,
I hit my head on a doctors kit
Irony shouldn't require stitches

I later slipped
And cut my tongue
Eating food never seemed harder

It was close to noon when I slipped
Stupid Crocs
I avoided impediment by millimeters
My rainbow sharpie-d cast made up for it.

It was in noon
When I had the energy to be
reckless,
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