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Bearings

Date Written: September 10, 2017
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Nude and bare sitting here, naked chained to a chair.

 

 No burdens to bare. I could swear I saw a bear.

 

Nine o'clock where's my socks?

 

 Darn I swear there is a bear every where.

 

 Under their beware snare the bear.

 

Unaware in despair.

 

Absolute no dispute the bear is mine to bare.

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