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Apr 2013
Math and Mouth, are so easily confused,
when I'm speaking to you.

I want to say Math, but my eyes on your Mouth
make the vowels all switched about.

So I say the wrong thing about my Mouth Final,
and I pray to god that no one noticed.

But I have a strange feeling, that you did,
because your lips twitched.
Lizabeth
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