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Jan 27
You stuck me with a broken bottle while I
had my tongue on your secret throttle,
so now I'll never twist & shout, or learn what
it's all about, as I can't walk straight when I toddle.
I cared for you like a tortoise with a turtle disease,
the kind that drowns water-logged trees.
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