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My lids shutter the cruelty within the scope of sight
My drums block the harshness my soul hears
My pads pull back to avoid the painful touch
Nostrils collapse trying to escape the pungent odor
My essence shudders at the flavor now invading my throat
My senses are overwhelmed to a degree of unfathomable agony.....
Actual conversation:
Mom...please tell me we are not having brussel sprouts again!
Yes dear we are having brussel sprouts.
I really dislike them mom!
But they are good for you..they are like little cabbages..you like cabbage don't you?
Don't make me eat them mom..please!
Finish your dinner young lady..
Ewww..gross...YUCK!
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Posted by jbeaney on 2008-11-12 12:34:50 | Rating: | Views: 65
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