my song
got no story
no start
a loose end
a little long
bit weary
strained squint
at the bend
my song
a tad borrowed
at a dollar store
rack
where the dust
serenely settled
consumer trust
lack
my song
no sing along
creased-out worn
inside out
in gentle doubt
copyright sworn
Monday, March 22, 2010
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