Caroliner
Burdensome Blood
Walking each day, I'm about to burst;Legs move myself. They feel the worst.Every knife in the house is mineCarvin' on the legs makes 'em fine!Children wonder they fold face frownGrabbing arms and legs, holding down.Oops, carved kids-chopping wrist-notching handsBut stopping flowing best as they can.Slumbering children laying guilty by my feetHolding on hard and it quit bleed.Blood clots up to fat red humpsLegs are kids with leggy stumps.Children can't pull loose of my leg.They got big idea: plead and cry, beg.OK, now walk on two legs more!Pick my torso, hang up, walking on four.
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