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Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood

5/10/13

Breath

I must be quite mistaken
Forgive the charity i'm makin
But i see it that rest upon 
the most heironious of a hunch

You say your mother's bacon
I say here "truth you have forsaken"
So i send you to the mutton man
He'll give you half a lunch
Pasted by Unknown at 23:28
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