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[2019] Revelations
Shrinks, the tumor in his brain
Thinks, I can think again
Gone, scents of burnt toast
offerings
Although
he did admittedly
enjoy it thoroughly
mostly with his morning roast
or tea
and eggs
and bacon
and ...
Absence makes the heart fonder
O! How it yearned
for that bread badly burned
Begs the question
now that his sense of
smell has returned,
What the fuck STINKS in here?!
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