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the crood

Its still early for a mood
And I look just like a crood,
So that mirror I won’t question
Any beauty indiscretion,
Termed a caveman for reply
the response I can’t deny,
Swollen eyes and party closed
All the odds are there opposed,
can I stand to show my face?
And with people interface,
Try to stretch my lips out far
Maybe smile not look bizarre,
Monday feeling so intense
With no sense of eloquence,
Until that water freezing cold
Will awake me sevenfold.


Written by joeborg
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