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Pooetry

Creator of Fuming Hatred

A warm breeze came wafting by.
And it brought a tear to my eye.

But not tears of joy nor glee.
No, these are tears that disagree.

They do not approve of the scent.
On eradicating this, I’m hell-bent.

But the air freshener fails to spray.
This is a room I wish not to stay.

Furious hatred swells for the creator of this.
Its maker should be sleeping with the fish.

Anger fumes within much like this stench.
Why didn’t this asshole simply clench?

I have a realisation as I’m about to flee…
The creator of this shit was in fact me.

Pure Pooetry

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