Brain Crumbs from the Memory Jar a really old poem of sorts
- Angie Mason
- Jun 15, 2008
- 1 min read
Drab crab morning hump
Bloody soreness, stiff flesh, stump
Silent movements, slow and harsh
Belly growls grim and dark
That stupid pillow woke my head
Now I feel as though I’m dead!
©-Angie Mason
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