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Why We Dig

Stick your finger in and map your nose hair,
Twist it around until it feels so Shiok.
We do not dig because it feel that good,
But the good feeling compel us to grove.
People give you death stares, as if they care.
They are jealous, conscience;  too self aware.

17 Nov 13

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