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Typical
Another moist, reluctant sunrise
through the night sweat morning dew
emancipated
the worm pushed towards the light
loosely erect
Across the lawn
the over stuffed pigeon
puffed up her unkempt plumage
cooed a taunt
How dare you wake up today
How dare you show that you tried today
Waddling heavily
she pinched him up
gluttony oozing
heaved him away
apatheticaly consenting to his fat...
Monday 17th October 2016 12:34 pm

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