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My SoftGrenade

I'm so Black!!

I have Black cerebellum in my Black-But-Not-Dark Skull!..

My Oesophagus to The Intestines glad to swallow Black-Flour With

RedGreen-Glossy-Thick-Liquid down to my Bowel

Oh! My Bowel like Towel...

As it squeezed out a Stony-Chocolatey-Softgrenade into The 'Salanguard' ..a keeper!..

That metamorphoses my hardened Softgrenade and gives the Black-Land its needed Dark-Green Vegetables!!

Ahhh! Vegetables glowingly growing? if I scrub my Bowel with Your Oily-Sap,

Aint I being a GoodMonster to You?

Don't forget My Cherished Chocolatey-Softgrenade that loamy the Soil...

Just for Green You....

My SoftGrenade... Guilty or Not Guilty?.. Ehnn? What??...I can hear Your 'Rustle' from the Bondage of the 'Salanguard'..

Your 'Hum' can only either mean 'Not' or not 'Not'...

My Sun-Shining Hard ' SoftGrenade'.

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Richard Waters

Welcome to Cosmo !

Great first submission. Wishing you all the best with your writing !

:)

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akinniyi akinbode

In my cultural group, we informally refer to 'hard brown Faeces' as Bomb..mine is soft, hence my SoftGrenade.. lmao.. it is a stinking piece! Enjoy! yum yum

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Rose Sho

Didn't get to see your writes until today...I'm thrilled to have you here...Although it's kinda late...but welcome to Cosmo....Look forward to reading more from you

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