LOST 'EM ALL
IN THE FLOOD
The place where I used to live is no more;
cowboys and hoodlums abounded. I had huge
metal boxes of automotive tools, and the lingering
carcass of a motorcycle too - lost 'em now, all
in the flood. I walked away from an angel singing,
and a purloined cat a'wail. There was a neighbor
or crutches who wanted my clutches. Lost 'em
all in the flood. The mantle-piece made of marble
fell hard-down off the wall, tearing the brackets
and gaping large holes. I could put my hand in
them, and the marble it stayed on the floor. I had
sheafs of beliefs and a Maidenform bra. Lost 'em
all in the flood. It wasn't so much the water,
much more it was the mud.
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