Mortified
I can't find my clothes, they have strayed away.
Naked and cold in the middle of day.
Strangers are laughing and rude,
I've no idea why I'm nude.
Let this be a bad dream, dear Lord, I pray.
For Johns's contest. Nude dream 2nd place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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