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Cuts
Contributed by
banjosandwitch
on
Monday, 25th July 2011 @ 07:12:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Cuts
You only get one set
You can’t grow another
They are called your fingers
But I can’t stop cutting them
As a child I cut both thumbs
Whilst cutting bread into slices
I had the knife upside down
Once I thought it would be fun to see if a razorblade was sharp
It was, I cut the top nearly off my finger then it bled for ages
I put my finger in my mouth, which was a bad idea
Recently I have cut my thumbs several times
Three in a week, twice on a door
The in and out bit sliced my skin as I closed it with my hand
I have an abundance of scars
Keep all blades away
I’m a finger cutting freak
Once a scraper cut my thumb whilst cleaning off gum
I cut a chunk out my thumb, ouch!
I need to walk about with gauntlets
Medieval mittens, a must
Thumb guards, essential
Onions, beware, tomatoes too
You don’t want parts of me in your salad do you?
Cut out the cutting, I’ll try
But the world needs a good chopping
Things need cutting every day
I’ll have to hire a person to cut
Before I chop something off
By banjosandwitch 23/07/11
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banjosandwitch
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2011-07-25 07:12:42] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Cuts
(User Rating: 1 ) by deusdeira on
Monday, 25th July 2011 @ 03:24:19 PM AEST (User
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:) I know someone just like you! haha |
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Re: Cuts
(User Rating: 1 ) by poeticjestix on
Monday, 25th July 2011 @ 04:27:10 PM AEST (User
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This poem actually made me feel tense. I felt a sick feeling reading it and yet it was quite innocent. |
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