Bad News
the grievance of his countenance
bag with handles
brown eyes cast shadow on the ground
waxy candles
partway to work he found a pup
recklessly dead
‘my wife will suffer as i am’
his mind did dread
she approached the bag and looked in
was not her dog
her husband brought home a mistake
his head a log
speedily he called the number
gave some bad news
this pup certainly travels life
forging the blues
5/22/2019
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