Don't Know!

November 12, 2021

Cold,so cold.

Someone had stolen her coat.

Pavement bed,lays her head,

curled up like a squiggly fetus ball.

All she needs is a flipping pound.

A poxxy flipping pound.

Uncomfortable,as one would be,

on hard ground.

Melissa howls for the moon 2 come down.

©Wired6.1/11/2021

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