hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Friday, 29 March 2024
FRESH BAKED CRUMBS
was feeling
well
grim
about it all
till the sun came out
like spilled yellow paint
& my wife came home
with fresh bread
we ate on the bedspread
by the sleeping cat
miniature snores
& impossible fur
flaked
with fresh baked
crumbs
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