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that merely miss the mark can be tossed into the cold world to fend for
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Coffee stimulates;
cold toilet seat under me,
I hear a small splash.
Michael Reed has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 25/5/07. Read more of Michael's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Michael's latest works: