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mid above the butt ....

Here it comes again,
This overstayed itch,
creating scratches with my tips,
Ahhh the spot i can't reach,
Insanely perhaps ,
My head matter map's,
No skin uncovered,
Leaving tracks,
This itching is the absolute,
Destructed road trap,
Left to right,
all over the place ,
Coursing skin with force,
This annoying look upon my face,
I lean back against the door,
Scratching more and more,
Up down,
Sideways take,
The general itch away,
Oh i wonder,
will it come back again,
The itch you just can't scratch,
Its the hollow of the spine,
Central mid,
Past upon the butt crack,
Your blind spot,
The itchy violent attack .

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Kimmy Alan

Absolutely loved it.  By coincidence, after watching World War Z, staring Brad Pit, a friend and I discussed why American film makers never deal with human issues of a running nose, thirst, hiccups or embarrassing itches.  I'm imagining how an audience would enjoy a movie, where the heroine, had to deal with an embarrassing itch like yours.

Good job!

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Nardine Sanderson

Haha thank you kimmy Alan, for your loving compliments, i appreciate your attention, and kindness to this as i was actually writing about the itching i am going through right now, for health reasons, thank you very much, most love to you sweetheart xx Nardine xoxo

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