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Feb 2011
Welcome dearest critique,
You are free as a bird!
look me from head to foot,
then say I am a ****.

you can pull my rusty strings,
and give me an evil grin.
me, no worry man,
jerky dimples as vividly seen

you no worry,
I am fine and much okay.
if hitting me is your pleasure,
then enjoy it your way,

Keep striking me low,
yah see does everyone care?
you're giving me low blows,
oh I see, you're way down there.

I'll let yah talk at my back,
for your pleasure, I'll be playing blind.
I'll never hide and dock,
because it's obvious that you're behind.

your way is your decision,
a sarcastic approach,
as confused with your intuitions,
Identity crisis at it's worst!

I will let you be my friend,
give your best shot,
you have your own views,
to please your cravings, or not.
(c) Feb 11 2011 - dearest - jcjuatco
Jowlough
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Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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