high fog across the great lakes region
i try to land but for the hoes and rakes
this season, i'll sprinkle my criticisms,
toss in a prank if i'm feeling that wry
the sky, where I hover, is the last place
you'd sweep for the source of stank
and when I cry it seems purely natural
to think of me and have a little wank
By Jan
Thursday, November 28, 2019
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