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Nov 2014
My toothpick
Is impaled on the wall
Of goatiness
This a rabbit's prayer
Nor will I
Heed Thee
When the cat
Walks through the dark
Cushion of hate
Let me know
Why
I pick big fleshy
Mucus from my nose
Chewing noisily.
Edna Sweetlove
Written by
Edna Sweetlove  London
(London)   
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