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I had the curious urge,
But all I could do was to scratch it.

The consciousness oozed from the wound.

If the pain was existent, it should be spelt r-a-i-n,
Because it pelted upwards.

That left me home and pried.

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Published in: on Wednesday, March 5, 2008 at 12:37 am  Comments (3)  
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