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the meal

peeling the skin with a potato peeler

feeling pain from being used like a car meter!

 

the blood pouring out from the anger i felt!

loosing my temper as fast as a comet going at full pelt!

 

washing the wound to make it cleaner

feeling my anger subside making me think clearer

 

putting on a plaster to help it heal

feeling like an idiot nearly ruining the meal!

(c)2010 jeff.w

◄ what shall i have?

which one my dearest? ►

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