Think Please
Once a person has reached the limits
of his or her capacity for tolerance
where does it go?
Hell?
Strip joints?
Makeup counters?
Politics?
Clingy stuff that needs only a dryer sheet
for ad believers
otherwise it's kinda ohm-ish
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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