Guess I'm too good at saving face-
I like the way this bitter tastes.
The albatross is feather light,
You'll hear no bark, I hardly bite.
I make it seem so effortless
My pie's not crow nor humbleness,
I'm never harried, hairs in place
I glide along, a glacial pace.
I didn't study for this test.
My heart beats steady, in my chest.
Expect from me no telling look,
Read a cover, read the book.
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