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Aug 2015
pounding working a sweet sweat up
toiling the ground of earths' belly
plunging as far in as possible
as deep as deeper going goes
as the pressure builds from down under
trying to stay aware of a gusher
or a pre-mature *******
the drill spinning the earth reeling making
groans that emanate from way down deep
the temperature with each ****** spin ******* rising,
higher louder from deeper from somewhere
hidden until now, then, releasing the earths' buried treasures
the earth filling the sky the horizon with releases.
wordvango
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