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Word By; Simone Robinson: Cotton
I hate cotton. Never have I liked the stuff, and now I am sure it will be the death of me.
Even when I was younger, our father would often bring us cotton wool to sleep under. He said it was quite warm, and when we all bundled up it wasn't to bad. Until it started to itch. We didn't have sheets back then to even put down before the horrid blanket, so I had many a sleepless nights.
When we grew older I found that cotton is used in most clothing materials that humans wear. They walk around up there wearing plants and other odds and ends, while were down here barely making ends meat.
Now I am forced to use cotton balls quite often, and I hate them even more. Every time I reach for one to swab away blood, or prepare for a life saving injection, or even just to stop up one of there ears while there's medicine residing in it, I am again forcibly reminded how much I need the little white balls. I hate it.
Not really sure how I feel about this one, since the other two were fairly original in there use of the word and this one wasn't. Still, its all I could come up with for Don, so how I hope you still enjoyed