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Skittle #25
Upon my simple soul
there grew an ugly mole
the darkest blue with red and ragged edges,
I used to always pray
one day it'd go away
as my earthly body slowly ages.
But now it always sits
just to give me fits
as I watch the sore swell up and grow
One day very soon
under a pallid moon
I'll cast a magic spell to make it glow.
I'll mix up some blue dye
the color of the sky
with some garish green radium,
then everyone will see
my crazy sorcery
alive it will eventually become.
I'll be father to a son
when the deed is done
I'll teach it to be oh so very nice,
Then will be my hope
My son be more than trope
and appreciate my pretend sacrifice.
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