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HOW I FEEL
Cradling baby girl in one arm
I used the other to pick at a scab
On my face under my beard
And drew blood
Then I smelled the poop
And looked down
To see our son with his diaper off
And a moist turd in his hand
I am the luckiest being
In this or any other galaxy
I used the other to pick at a scab
On my face under my beard
And drew blood
Then I smelled the poop
And looked down
To see our son with his diaper off
And a moist turd in his hand
I am the luckiest being
In this or any other galaxy
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