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Aug 2021
The chocolate brand dope
fizzes in piercing hurt
words had hit the raw nerves
the truth brought home
as the poltroon
he curses
projecting words so apt
as he owns them all
the dumb harlequin
who call the king a joke
find solace in lies
for the truth
has wounded the coward
a thorn in the limpid flesh
of a small thing
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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