Jumpstart

the cold raises things
bread doesn't rise in the cold
bodily we do

sadistically 
which one the left or the right
getting out cables

always forgetting
positive or negative
my battery's dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Romios Avatar
March 13, 2019 at 1:54 PM
Good one, Jeff Panagiota
Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 1:08 PM
I like this a lot. x
Connelly Avatar
March 13, 2019 at 12:07 AM
Actually a thought from you mentioning jump starting your muse. She needs none. I am the old one. Thanks Maureen.
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