Mess Up
Some days,
the snow will fall gray
Other times,
it sparkles white
But no matter
how the snow falls here,
It always
ends up being trod black
Then melting
and be coming a dark river of
Murky water
that floods the gutters
No matter if it's
dull or shining
You can count on it
getting messed up some way or another.
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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