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It is was this which teaches Taught me Ambi Dex Terity, Though of Left hand Teeth Tooth-brushing My knowledge is rough; It was is those these Sunny Dusty Sunny afternoons in the sun, The sun at the right angle Angled towards me, But not in my eyes And the black Fabric Black, even in the sun, As a field against which the Sun angled out of my eyes Shines Shone Sunny directly on my hands, To which advantage My advantage, Or yours, Would allow me To pluck with tender Specific Tender care Each thin blonde thin hair on my knuckles. I already have will always doubt that you notice Or notice that I notice you don’t, you never notice; I notice you noticing me noticing you not noticing My perfect, Thin-blonde-thin, blonde-hair-free knuckles.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
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It is was this which teaches Taught me Ambi Dex Terity, Though of Left hand Teeth Tooth-brushing My knowledge is rough; It was is those these Sunny Dusty Sunny afternoons in the sun, The sun at the right angle Angled towards me, But not in my eyes And the black Fabric Black, even in the sun, As a field against which the Sun angled out of my eyes Shines Shone Sunny directly on my hands, To which advantage My advantage, Or yours, Would allow me To pluck with tender Specific Tender care Each thin blonde thin hair on my knuckles. I already have will always doubt that you notice Or notice that I notice you don’t, you never notice; I notice you noticing me noticing you not noticing My perfect, Thin-blonde-thin, blonde-hair-free knuckles.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
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