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Dec 2016
******* heaps drop at your feet
Then spew into the skies
Steaming, noxious garbage mounds
Piling up before your eyes
How does such blatant, excess waste
Leave just denial's aftertaste
You drink it in your water
Breathe its poisonous smokescreens
Stuff your face with so much crap
It pours from out your mouth in streams
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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