GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
4926. CONAGRA
CONAGRA
To be left out in the rain, flummoxed
by the liking of the world around me.
Like paper-slivers, the thin of ice
coats the slippery ground. More
solemn than that, I myself
cannot be.
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