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Poems for the Weath of God


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It's said what it is.

 

I Need A New Hole

I cried as the dogs were dragged behind me

I sighed as the tailor burned his trousers

I laugh! I laugh!

 

Is this poetry?

 

 

Something more substantial soon. I posted it in too much haste and am now left having to use a short one as filler. Curses, as they say.

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