Oscar: Hope you got all yo' digits back and intact!
Suzanne:
Your rhymin' is fine
and on time-in
my mind 'cuz my fingers
are climbin' back outta the
bind in which I was findin'
myself with no ticket
to the E-R
or was it the big scar
left on my digits
a reminder of the fidgets
in my brain that caused
pain and disdain
no peace I could fein
while choppin' the insane
in my kitchen
and wishin'
I could take back the blood
I was missin'.
• • •
Wutteva.
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