The curly bedsheet
never folds up right.
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I like to be clean.
I can scrub a plate.
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I eat with my eyes.
You know I like you
sunny sides up and
don't turn em over.
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No salt or pepper
on Mother's table.
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I like the taste of
poison over rocks.
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Being deaf someday
is part of the job.
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No one cares about
my darkest secrets.
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