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Tsar Egotist Smooth as grandmother's cornstarch pudding you gobble egos by the spoonful. Your words toast the souls that soak up your energy words that stir sugar into bitter cups of tea. You offer each her star/scar you are a soothing anodyne for hungry minds. Too late they taste the lemon slice the bard that knifed a trusting heart. When you are sated you wait awhile then with knowing smile you take your silver spoon and taste again. |
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I met this fellow once.
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