You have a knack with that old pen to cause my brain to stop and think about your words, and once again you prod until you find a chink
in rusty armor that I wear so you can poke more fun at me as though I stand before you bare for you and all the world to see.
I'm Humpty Dumpty on a wall precariously on my back. I fear that you will make me fall upon my crack; you'll make me crack.
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