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When i have a critic
It's just a bunch of static
My route i go ambulance girl
I said don't touch me i said to her
In the ambulance for the ride
Mom was with me i almost died
Theer were nurses they were there
Said she was molesting me with her eyes unfair
I nodded too on the full body brace
Siren going in a haste
The fall on a bar stool then pc box
I wasn't looking now i must
Mom got a laptop for her work
She set it up in the dark
I want to be a talk show host
But writing you poems i love the most
i love you,
michael"DEE"house
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