I am an unwieldy oaf, never taking the time to use my loaf to control my limbs, letting them flail about, exceptionally dim, risking the eyes of passers-by, endangering as if they were pests, people's pets and inanimate objects. I have no awareness of body and space, only dreams dancing behind my face, clouding this judgment most necessary, even when I’m not in a hurry, means I frequently have to apologise, as my victims roll their eyes to the skies.
For I’m such an unwieldy oaf - possessor of a wonky, ineffectual loaf.
For I’m such an unwieldy oaf - possessor of a wonky, ineffectual loaf.
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