EX LIBRIS

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EX LIBRIS



    I lend this to you
    And I want it back
    As good as it is now
    And soon. If not…
    
    May your sticky fingers shake.
    May your spongy liver quake.
    May your greedy stomach churn.
    May your grabby palms burn.
    
    Pussy Pimples on your chin.
    Purple Bruises on your shin.
    Warts between your toes.
    Blisters on your nose.
    
    May your smelly butt hole itch.
    May your sneaky eyelids twitch.
    May your ears ring 'til you cry.
    May your heart race 'til you die.
    
    But first, before rot in hell,
    My former friend,
    Promptly and unharmed
    Give me MY book* back.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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