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February 22, 2014


I wrote a poem once (or twice) that was denounced

as bad, poorly written, derivative, terrible and

any other epithet theyd think to pound

violent into my egos variable shell

but discussing points theological found

I was less offender than offended and stunned

by their silence kept becoming what God pronounced


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