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Aug 2014
My friend had a knife
She didn't use it right
Knives are for cutting food
She used it for her mood
Knives are to open Mail
She used it to wail
Knives aren'tΒ Β meant
On the skin
The beautiful skin on each of us
My friend HAD a knife
She didn't use it right
To my friend
Conner klarkowski
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