Bad Habit
"Holey all over,
seen better days,
worn out and threadbare,
can't mend its ways,
with drink spills and food stains,
rips, rents and tears,
not worth keeping,
a sad state of affairs,
its time has come,
over and done,
that's one bad habit,”
so said the nun.
Copyright © Martin Howard Samuel | Year Posted 2025
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