Mildew
Powdery mildew,
had dried,
time had flowed,
nobody had cleaned,
letting the fungus grow,
eyes were straight,
all over looked,
never an eyebrow was raised,
otherwise fungus,
would not have found,
the wet ground to grow,
not to talk about drying,
and letting dried powder,
stow.
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