Oli Moli

Oligarchal genocide
All there is to live, sleep, eat, breathe
Die inside some summer doorway fast
As thought and twice as alone,
Oligarchy no malarkey
Coincidental rhyme
Like another stitch in time
Only saves a certain nine
X nine
In the open cannot hide
From
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-07-03 at 22:45

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