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Apr 15
Hey Mother Goose,
what’s the use
of calling me a helpless ******?

Don’t waddle over here,
teeth bared, causing fear,
to remind me that my life’s going nowhere.

Your beady brown eyes
and a beak full of lies
Honking
“I hate you” in belligerent cries.

You leave your **** scattered around
then complain of a mess through your permanent frown.

Mother Goose,
oh,
Mother Goose
Please just cut me loose.
Amanda Pringle
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Amanda Pringle  22/F/Illinois
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