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being a table
No jaws to bite with
not able to swallow
No banquet to feast on
No hair to comb
no nails to paint
no legs for feet
no feet for shoes
no water to wash with
no water to drink
no eyes to see you
no you to see
no lessons to learn from
no emotions to feel
no oxygen to breathe
no lungs to take a breath
no music for listening
no ears to listen with
...Monday 1st April 2019 3:46 pm
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