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Jan 2022
Water thinks I'm late
to its swallowing
so I rush leaving

wetness fending
off the masquerade
of my dryness

finger licking
yes I'm thinking
you're shrieking

O I had a feeling
about you
crinkles it's nose
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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       The Sick Red Carnation, Deb Jones and ---
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