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[title] => Me
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[bodytext] => I have dry hands
I keep my legs smooth I have my grandmothers eyes And something from my grandfather But I'm not sure what I have rigid teeth And no one knows where those come from I play the piano But only hot cross buns I like the jewelry And the color of gray pearls I flirt too much And everyone knows it But my hands are still dry And my teeth are still rigid And tomorrow I know that I won't like gray pearls anymore I have long nails And Jewish hair so big That even though it's not curly I still straighten it I have calloused hands And blistered heels I tap my nails against the table Whenever I'm nervous And I usually laugh the hardest When it's not really that funny I cry at just about every movie Because I pretend it's me feeling that pain I like striking matches And I've been as stubborn as a mule Since the day I was born I live minutes away from the nation's capital But I feel like it's the middle of nowhere I can't stay on diets And I go days without exercise But I still have calloused hands And I still laugh hard At the things that aren't all that funny And by next week I know that My nails could break I have feet that feel no pain Even when they step on rocks without shoes I have skin that doesn't tan And freckles that don't disappear I have a heart shaped face Thanks to a prominent widow's peak I have ugly toe nails Which I hide with nail polish I have webbed toes on my left foot And people think it's cool But I secretly hate it I paint pictures even without artistic ability Or at least I used to When I didn't care what the outcome would be I brush my teeth with an electric toothbrush I've copied answers And I've lied about my age But I still have pale skin with lots of freckles And I still paint my toe nails And by next year I know that My feet will start to hurt when I step on rocks Without shoes on But maybe by today I'll start Painting pictures again With or without artistic ability [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Savannah [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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