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Iím not the sharpest knife in the drawer
I knew that when you pulled me out
I cringed when you began to hack away
At the filmy substance with fierce determination
As if by sheer will alone you could
Make me slew through it like butter.
Isnít it plain for everyone to see
This is not the proper usage of me?


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