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Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Rhyme of excuses

Wait,
Please don't mark me late,
I have a good reason,
Please understand,
Im commiting no treason,


Playing under the scorching sun,
Perspiration arrived
I had to get a drink
Without it, I wouldn't have survived


If a drink isn’t suitable,
I excreted a good bellyfull
Creating that stink was tough

But at least it was beautiful.

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