Stone Soup
Rough, not proofread.
Rain on gravel is stone-soup.
An alarm clock leaves a bad taste of daylight.
Never proofread that argument.
Ha.
Depression is stone-soup.
With extra polluted rain.
From a tornado.
A tumbleweed as a side salad.
Depression bleeds old vegetable broth.
I’m a stew set aside for later.
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