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William Douglas Rodenberg

Realities Odor

To walk along and feel the breeze of newly scented pride.
What's that?
A draft of wind,
In short it shall subside.
Oh what!
Here comes the stench.
Of that after pride.
It reeks of self contempt
But it will not subside

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