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Control

My happiness spans
as far as I can fit
my finger inside my ear.
I need to be careful.
The most tactful strategist
can determine that if I
dig too deep, I'll appear
to be a dope.
It us up to me to
deplete my finger with
a guillotine and empty
the protruding ooze into a
vast gutter.
"No mother.
I can't have any candy."



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