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Don't you hate:
P
retentious
O
bscure
E
gomaniacal
T
edious
R
egurgitated
Y
apping?
If
If life were a metaphor
Then the incandescent epiphany
Could rise,
Bloom,
An evening cactus flower,
Jesus alone in the desert
Wrestling with demons.
I awaken,
Late for work.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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