diD aLL tHe DIsHes
An
aLL ThE WasHinG
sTiLL
YoU doNT SeE InsiDE
CoS
It CosTs YoU NOtHIng
moStLy
StuCk In A heAd
EveN
PiNNeD tO ThE bEd
LoTs
OF TimEs To LiE dOwN
AnD
JuSt
LeT It gEt ShEd
nOW
Th@ ThE foRk
In
tHiS CuTtiNG tOunGE
One
tH@ KeEPs uS
aLL
sO
WiSe AnD YoUnG
NOW
wILL oNLy fEeL
cRaCkEd
dRy
aN UnfaMiLiAr
LiKe
a dRiEd Out
Sun ScOrcHed
Caterpillar
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