Dirt under my fingernailsA Poem by Jon Roggie
I hope it is dirt.
Never know when you rummage around. Sometimes, you have to get dirty. Dig through history, and hard to tell what you might find. Raise an eyebrow at the occasional find. Not like any of it was your choice. You live your own life. Don't let the past stain your fingers.
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1 Review Added on April 1, 2016 Last Updated on April 1, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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