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Mar 2015
Fourteen billion ears
And not a pair to listen
Fourteen billion eyes
Ignore the running captions
Seven billion tongues
Wag 24/7 on worldwide web
Still, bosoms burn and burst
Ne'er a lack of words to display
Keyboard fingers clenching:
Cacophonous asphyxiation.





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✴The Wimpole Street Devils✴
words, words, words, you'd get sick of words from them now from you
all night long, all day through
that is all that us blighters could do.
hellopoet
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