creak creek
poetry by ct
Saturday, August 23, 2008
#7
voices sank low
when bing entered the room
he didn't have any shoes on
and he had dirty feet, gunk crusted
you been slogging through the marsh
the home's master asked
the reply being a dismissive
i know, right?
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