felt a rOund
soMe fOrm oF
trePidaTion
pir8s oVer
rUn A sTation
mAde sum mArkings
As 2 RiGht
TheSe BoNeS
sHaRp wOrDs Shaped
iN sticks and sTones
ShUtS a mOuTh'S nEEd
4 th@ ALLWAYS with
The Talking
if it was'nt for YOU
well now,
WHO could stick a fork in.
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