Ramblings
Pugnacious mind of mine
Seeks an end to this winter fog
Your ramblings, on and on
I close the shutters, for spring is not in sight
Pig manure emasculates the air
Not a farm in sight
Your ramblings, on and on
I find solace in the bedroom closet
I hear the car door slam
The front door slam
Your ramblings, on and on
I chamber the round then nothing but stars
Copyright © John Trainer | Year Posted 2014
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