The Sour Spot

My sister is a glow worm.

And I am a spot.

Rub me out, rub me out–

Warm your hands by her fire.

So, crap happens.

Sometimes twice.

And so it is with my ‘poetry.’


Bottom line: Once you start coughing up crap, it’s darn hard to stop.

Until tomorrow…

The Sour Spot

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