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Good Morning, Mr. Bollocks. A Poem by RW Haynes
Blathering aesthetic remf, Where were you when that meteorite Fiberglassed half a continent? Did you cry with us in the choir Of angel rapture, back when matter Meshed with concept meshed with love? Did you point your K-Mart blowgun And matching plastic hatchet As the saints came striding do