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I'm Not Blind

You May Be

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

I can see you

Circling

Around while

Skulking

Pretending to be

Working

When in reality

You’re really

Shirking

Plainly hidden

in the shadows

Jerking

As if it was a

Pudding made for

Sporking

Feigning interest

In the

Berking

Of passing dogs

All the while slowly

Perking

Up and down

Creeping me out

As if you were a

Burker

Who has a

Morbid intent

Of dragging me to a

Kerker

Go away and

Mind your business

I don’t need you

Murker

Your disturbing

Behavior isn’t

Required here today

𐌋𐌵𐌓𐌊𐌄𐌓

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs