Dirtiest Old Used New Washer
it is the third month of the year
a cool and twitchy twenty-eight days
have past (pass) and gone a wrong (array)
twenty-seventeen, this the year of a understanding
of what i can (could) not say
but enterprise is not my fortune
for often others have been and molded
my reality into shapes of unwanted fate
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirtiest Old Used New Washer
it is the third month of the year
a cool and twitchy twenty-eight days
have past and gone array
twenty-seventeen, this is the year of a understanding
of what i cannot say
but enterprise is not my fortune
for often others have molded
my reality
into shapes of unwanted fate
(fixed? 5-3-2017 wed)
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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