My arms are limbs that must be trimmed.
My face is made up of others sins.
My bones are brittle like the passing wind.
My legs are spiders swimming in your gin.
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I liked some of the rhymes in this one. Of course, I didn't understand it at all.
I really do admire this peculiar gift of this writer. There were more understandable
things in this one, so it wasn't as good as the last.
GW62
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I liked some of the rhymes in this one. Of course, I didn't understand it at all. I really do admire this peculiar gift of this writer. There were more understandable things in this one, so it wasn't as good as the last. GW62