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They Finally Get Me To Shut Up

They slice me, they dice me, they roll me in flour. I have finally done what they asked. I have shut up. They sprinkle me with cinnamon and sugar Then they pop me into the oven Hoping to shut me up My gingerbread man voice is silent now, It is hot in here, and getting uncomfortable. I think “damn, boy, you have done it this time” I settle back and turn all shades of golden. They let me cool and then they devour me. No problem. I come back in the form of a new baby. Keep them awake day and night, Crying that horrifically ugly newborn kitty cry Until they get up and walk the floor all night I am like a Phoenix. You cannot shut me up You mother cluckers!

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