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Get Out of My Face

Get out of my face, I holler Leave me alone, I scream Like spectators in a darkened arena Like a colony of ants Like stars in black Like overgrown grass, dead Like sand like coal Get out of my face... Whiskers

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 1/28/2023 8:19:00 PM
Hahahahaha! That last line really threw me. Love it, CK!
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Date: 1/26/2023 5:23:00 PM
I hate them too Charlie they are a lot of work my friend...
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Date: 1/26/2023 2:20:00 PM
A cute write. Whiskers, Whiskers go away. Feel better now??? Have good day.............
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Date: 1/26/2023 9:21:00 AM
Shave your whiskers if you feel like it. Never in my life did I let whiskers grow.
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