Category: poetry
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The Stuff Under The Rug
What is this I see? Trash under the rug? In the living room no less… What has her so distracted? I did notice she has lost weight again, Her clothes hang onto her bony frame and her skin so dull. Here she is with my cup off tea, smiling, Here Mum! I can’t believe you…
Warm Breeze Bliss!
