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The Toilet of Our Existence

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It was what it was A stunning photograph of a toilet Ironically it was in the end a microcosm of life today Creative and positive in its composition Limited and depressing in its stark reality No matter how you paint it we are in the toilet of our existence No matter how you condemn it it's how you deal with it what you make of it and in the end even a **** house serves its purpose

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 4/10/2015 11:39:00 PM
OH MY!!! This is really GREAT work, Armand. I really dig this kind of dark poetry, and my senryu was exactly what it was, about a killing! This is a BIG FAVE this one here!!
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Date: 4/5/2015 10:37:00 PM
HOLA, HELLO, HI...WHAT IS UP.... PD
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 4/6/2015 6:59:00 AM
Hi sweetie!
Date: 9/17/2014 12:59:00 PM
It is what it is, and you better believe it has a purpose... :) Now that's an awesome poem.... Love Linda
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/2/2014 1:47:00 PM
hello!
Date: 9/16/2014 12:40:00 AM
How nicely you described it and related it with reality... You are simply awesome, creative poet...
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 10/2/2014 1:47:00 PM
Thank you Malik.
Date: 9/15/2014 9:41:00 PM
Well I never thought I could say a poem is real crap, and mean it as a compliment!!! LOL But I love when I read something creative and original, you must be Canadian!!!!!
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 9/15/2014 10:17:00 PM
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Date: 9/15/2014 9:29:00 PM
Your pictures and perspectives are as unique as you. Hugsxx
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Maurice Yvonne
Date: 9/15/2014 10:56:00 PM
You are always sweet Cas. What a joy you are for me. You always make me smile. You are like that special ice cream sundae that one allows himself only once a year.

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