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Feb 2017
He awoke
this morning
infested with
Angels.

Dreams erased
his sleep.

The Angels
mumble in
his heart.

He feels their
vibrations.

They clamor
like divine
tapeworms.

They seem to
be telling
him the
Truth,
but he can't
hear them
clearly.

This is either
Enlightenmnent
or he needs
the services of
a good Vet.
Mike Essig
Written by
Mike Essig  Mechanicsburg, PA
(Mechanicsburg, PA)   
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