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Feb 2016
Once upon a mid night's dream
Flown to me on the cool night breeze
The Trickster Gods of dastardly scheme
Tickled my nose and I had to sneeze

It came sudden and wrinkled my brow
A tingle in suspense, full of might
Far from peace, I sit in agony now
Wishing I could expel this plight

I sit in discomfort, while Gods revel
If this be fate, I curse them angrily
If this be a test, I've no mettle
Then a deep breath to rid insanity

'Fore relief mine, ******* Gods state "bless you!"
So with this breath I retort "**** You!"
Charles E Wellington
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Charles E Wellington  24/M/Marietta, Ga
(24/M/Marietta, Ga)   
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