A Dime In the Grime
Feeble steps
Eyed the plum
Nestled
In a cesspool of grime
His eyes they twinkled
Tongue salivating
It's been long
The hunger so strong
End of the road
For a body so cold
The car came screeching
Out popped a head
Here take this dime
Now stop your whine
His heart it panicked
The plum in smithers
Now there are no pangs
For this body asunder--
(c)coptright-vijay nair
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