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Oct 2018
Oh the pests that do rattle my chain
If I am forced to be here
let the lie down dead before me
let me beat them with an iron rod
and I will stay quiet til death
But be rid of their tongues and teeth
and I will truly be happy
Allow me to close the window
on their head
And their blood will keep me satisfied.
WhatIHopeToFeel
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   JL Smith and Elizabeth C
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