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Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood

2/27/15

A creation

Whenever did I explode
And fragment over
The Green plastic coverings 
Of electric monstrosities

Their censored mugs are most displeasing 
But most displacing is their queasy ernestness
Attempting validation
This must be god and his creation
Pasted by Unknown at 15:57
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