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Feb 2022
Did I nail rabid tongues in delusions
or
scatter vacuous minds in vapid concentrate
alas
where forth the rings of dumb bells tarrying
who's
lance the carbuncles on scarlet's flunkies
and
quietened the flow of effluents from the afflicted
why
leave constipated peasantries without due release
when
full of turds and turmoil they will self combust in pain
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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