marooned and bedless
after the broken roof room -
fwoomph goes the bed spread
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2 comments:
Of course this is a stunning poem.
I was thinking more "rant haiku" alomg these lines:
after the wasted drive out
speechless at your shrug
mind shouts: give me my keys, now!
actually I had a hard time with the last line, it originally read:
give me my motherf*&#ing keys!
you are welcome for showing you such restraint. :P
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