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Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood

9/27/12

Headless

Feeble, under steeple
he listens to his people

Stable, like a fable,
He holds them encabled

Overripe, on a pike,
His people take a hike

Now to the country o'er
Build one up, and lower

Reapers seeking token,
Headless body: broken.

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