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Oct 2014
He is almost filthier than
The twenty pigeons that he
Somehow has gathered enough
Scraps to feed.

Almighty to them.
Bringer Of Food.
"Look," someone says,
"Parasites on a parasite!"

I think of gods. And parasites,
Picking laughs from
Their unjudgemental
Hands.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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