![]() Judged for wrinkled clothingA Poem by Jon Roggie
Early morning,
standing while others prepare to start their day. Sipping some coffee, ignoring the occasional sniff from someone walking by. Conclusions made, simply from the state of clothing. Where were they? Did they stand vigil? Watching the clock, wondering if you would see her again? Go ahead, walk by, and enjoy a feeling of superiority, while judging another for their wrinkled clothing. © 2014 Jon Roggie |
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 Author![]() Jon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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