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Holy Gum

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If the heavens just weren’t SO forbidding
I think I would have noticed by now and
Maybe
Have ripped out the almost black, fresh-off-the-pavement gum you’ve been chewing so
Stubbornly
Tastelessly
For all your life
And have used it to quiet those angels
You claim are singing,
For they must be rather hoarse by now
Tired of waiting for us to (ironically)
TAKE OVER
their unchewed, unopened, under-the-backseat
Harmony.





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