March Poem 3

I do have deadly fumes in the air. The skills learned they can’t smell touch. If nothing, just appear as a special. The world of the senses of taste tripping over small items.

But to describe to them a person of taste regardless of degree. That the employers are bumping into walls as an expert. The smell of an English degree as a holder of poisoned food. And his or you are not at the fact.

Yadda, yadda, yadda… blah, blah, blah for you dangerous chemicals. That can make you marketable for disadvantage.

Are you available as soon as the how loses?

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