Not Yet Insane
R Richard Wlodarski
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I will scream
My head off
'til my throat
Is so parched
And my lungs
Search for breath
When I stop
I will bash
Soft pillow
'til feathers
All fall out
When I stop
I will kiss
My lucky
Rabbit foot
And thank God
I'm not yet
That insane
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