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Feb 2015
This morning I chanced upon
A holy unholy spectacle.
A fully grown shirtless man
In the broad glaring daylight of day
Sited in a puddle of sewage
Putting his hands to good use
With astounding dexterity
Sprinkling all over himself
The waters of sheer filth.
Cleanliness and Godliness
attributes cut from the same cloth
so to clean oneself with dirt
whilst exalting oneself as smart
might fill other people's hearts with scorn and mirth
It however is a seemingly 'unchewable' issue for the mind's teeth
Anderson M
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Anderson M
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