There are knots in my back and I can’t get them out
‘Tween rolling and stretching and lolling about
There are knots in my back and I can’t get them out
There are bumps in my skin and I can’t get them out
‘Tween scratching and clawing and picking them out
There are bumps in my skin and I can’t get them out
There’s dirt in my eyes and I can’t get it out
‘Tween rubbing and blinking and crying it out
There’s dirt in my eyes and I can’t get it out
There’s soot in my ears and I can’t get it out
‘Tween pulling and prodding and blowing it out
There’s soot in my ears and I can’t get it out
There’s mud in my teeth and I can’t get it out
‘Tween licking and drinking and sucking it out
There’s mud in my teeth and I can’t get it out
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Theresa Rose
Writer from Long Island
Third Year University Student
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