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A Stale Wind
What am I but air
Another breath
In an increasingly breathless world
Another sigh
In a whirlwind of exasperation
Unheard against the halitosis
of political exhaling
Dissipating under the hot breath
of false rhetoric
And hot-air promises
Soon to blow away
Like the weary farts
Of a backbench octogenarian
Thursday 3rd February 2022 8:51 pm
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