The OCD Sock vs The Laundry PileA Poem by Penny EllenAnother one for Weird Writers Prompts...Unabated pleas for release continue Streaming forth, Threading between the other inhabitants of this realm. They are mud-covered and sweat-soaked, Some doused in cologne that Honestly smells more like death than musk. Red popsicle-remnant covered fingers have Mingled here and there, Along with the peewee soccer uniforms and Grass-stained fishing overalls, More green than blue in places. Nauseating colors. Again, I cry out for release And again for bleach! Please, oh please don’t let me go through with the darks!
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2 Reviews Added on November 13, 2010 Last Updated on November 13, 2010 AuthorPenny EllenMisplaced, ARAbout****I HAVE MOVED TO WORDPRESS**** ***Check out my NEW poetry page at lividsanguine.WordPress.com *** I am vile, highly opinionated, stubborn, and more often than not, a little bit insane. But hey,.. more..Writing
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