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Feet climb nine steps and four
Feet bring him to my door
Hands pry pine wide
Push chair aside
Begins to chide
I cannot hide

Hand grimes a glass of wine
Hand grasps a fork and knife
I whine and cry
I ask him why
Mouth speaks a lie
He picks my eye

Line of tines clear no more
Line of tines makes it pour
Tongue probes my eye
Jelly globs fly
I feel him sigh
I want to die

Feet take him to my door
Feet climb nine steps and four

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