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Jan 2022
Of such things
I cannot tell
The glory
of heaven or
the smoke of hell
yet of such
and much
my eyes do swell
so shut the shutters
lest the smell
rises to heaven
from the windows of hell
through the gates of God
and stink as well
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
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