Are You Reading Me?
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Pickup
I strolled for a stroke
on bricks that were broke
with moss sticking out
like fuzzy green grout
as autumn awoke
with grumpy gray eyes
to purchase my prize
and shook off the chill
that gets colder still
despite pointless sighs.
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