Friday, August 26, 2022

218/365 - Rump

 


Wasn't there a poem
about peaches in an icebox
and how silky sweet
plump and juicy
lusciously decadent
they were
Doesn't that seem a bit

you know

Oh wait

No

They were plums

Well never mind
then
I don't know
where my minds been

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