Monday February 8, 2016

#72
 
A holey roller, a port's consort.
Cut me! "Degoutant! Odeur de la mort"
From gland to hand, I'm a verbal command.
Blue or bland, I'm branded and canned.
Aged and unraveling, strand by strand.
 
What am I?

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