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My Least Favorite Muscle
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Junior Year - College It's slimy red exterior glistens in the dark
As it jerks and spasms on key
The cords run in, the cords run out;
Through its cage that traps it
It's wet and ugly,
When it grows old, it kills its' owner
Or just slows til stop
And it is funny how
This unreliable
Nusance of tissue
Is what we attribute
Our most powerful feelings to
