Pot Holes
I am one
with these streets
suffering
the climatic woes
chaos throws
the freeze thaw
freeze thaw
ebb or flow
I can't do both
holes
I'm falling in
where's my
Ibuprofen
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2017
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