3.17.26

Waste gash gnashing, gnawing  nasty, gnarly snarling -- who are you trying to fool now, darling?
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A Short One (Archive)

One, two, three, four --
I can't take it any more.

Five, six, seven, eight --
my brain won't let me just think straight.

Nine, ten, let's do it again --
this is how it's always been.

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