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Rambling down in the Mumbles,
amidst the Scatters
over other reaches
of this child's memories
of her father's childhood,
or even her own places
as told to her by her father
too soon forgotten.
Been a day of morning injury
and ten thousand yard stares
Sloth should be more cathartic,
and I am left with itchy hands
for want of some work.
Even the skies conspire against
As the opened window
Lets the rain in.
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I am The Mighty Cooch!!!!!!
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