My Moshie Extreme
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By Kerry WilliamsPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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A sailor once sailed the most unsalable sea,
He told me he called it his Moshie extreme,
As he spoke, he trembled through old hairy jowls,
He recounted his journey and irritable bowels,
And then he flushed, and I realized, it's me.
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About the Creator
Kerry Williams
It's been ten days
The longest days. Dry, stinking, greasy days
I've been trying something new
The angels in white linens keep checking in
Is there anything you need?
No
Anything?
No
Thank you sir.
I sit
waiting
Tyler? Is that you?
No
I am... Cornelius.
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