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| Thorn in flesh, you are a pain. How I wish that you were out. Though you cause some tears and pain, I try not to cry or shout. Why have you selected me? I have borne you no ill will. Maybe it was meant to be, Just a part of life's hard drill. Thankfully, you will not last. Tweezers work will get you out. Then the pain will all be past. I'll be free to move about. | ||
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