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I am a wooden floor An ant under the table Black speck I am a second choice Place holder A paint swatch match Just a little too blue. I have become a tiger Fierce teeth bared Stripes up and down And I love you Even as you tell me I am a wooden floor.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Floor
I am a wooden floor An ant under the table Black speck I am a second choice Place holder A paint swatch match Just a little too blue. I have become a tiger Fierce teeth bared Stripes up and down And I love you Even as you tell me I am a wooden floor.
Why can't I write good poetry?
ann-beaver
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
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