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Jul 2017
The unspeakable word, is better left unspoken
Unless it's so rare you don't care, rules broken

Then I propose that you just ******* make it up
With so so much Decaf overflowing in your cup

Words are mere turds falling in toilet mindbowls
Fearless foot burns from walking on the coals??

Time now to somehow become holier than thou
Climb out and about and spit out all your doubt

Flush your worries and **** with the wind
Chance of flurries missed, returned to sin
What? ******* it I don't get poetry?
Drifton A Way
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