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Sunday, October 5, 2014

WORDLE #181

DEPENDENTS

A poem with no name

Makes no sense at all to me
As a title is so vital...
If only because
It strips away a string
Of strictly false uncertainties

A speech in broken English
Soiled sheets, confusing signs
All connected, all infected...
And all because
Goblins drink from goblets
Served by gobshites doing lines