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A V Jun 2015
Did i got squashed?
A dog is on the rush,
Right behind me,
Quick glance
To another man
A painting and a brush,
Needed to get washed.
But please, hush.
Then a little shun, a **** whooshes,
Woke me up from my dream.
Monster crashes,
To my face,
The morning gleam.

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