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| By Talisker | ||||||||||||||
| 02 November 2006 | ||||||||||||||
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I used to enjoy the act of donating blood. Another small sacrament denied by fate, or bad living. Oli. No longer can you take my blood, It froths with chemicals, To be handled with care, Corrupted. Neither can you have my eyes. Why would you want To wear these optical crutches? You cannot have my liver, I played with it too rough, And broke it in the end, It is done. You cannot have a kidney, I made them work too hard, I suppose I took the piss. But you may have my spleen, With foul vapours, And bile replete. Take it. Oli (02/11/06)
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