I'm no close
To revelations
Of any holy nature
Of any god-like truth
But a sense of understanding
Sometimes takes over
It's how I got my
Wisdom teeth
I know that my scent is
That of bad breath and poo
But my age and soap
Would make a terrible cologne too
Writer(s): Ringa Sofi Katariina Manner
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