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I Put The My In Migraine · Vinnie Penn Poemcast

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Speaker 1: It feels like I have a fork in my eye.
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Speaker 1: I'm puking in the parking lot, and I don't know why.
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Speaker 1: Can't make heads or tails of this pain. I put
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Speaker 1: the maye in migrain light sensitivity. It's real. The squinting,
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Speaker 1: the bobbing, the weaving, no deal, the days that they come,
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Speaker 1: never rain. I put the maye in my grain. A
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Speaker 1: curse from the wickedest of witches, a gaping wound with
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Speaker 1: no need for stitches. It's not hyperbolic to say agony.
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Speaker 1: I'm a ship at the mercy of a vicious sea.
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Speaker 1: It feels like my eye is tied in a knot,
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Speaker 1: the very same things that my mother got. If I
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Speaker 1: could go back the teasing, I would refrain, for I
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Speaker 1: put the maye in migrain