TRASH DAYA Poem by rutherfordWe know it's trash day eve when drab green bins picket the street like neighborhood sentries taking up curbside posts to stand watch through the night until the trash trucks smash the dawn and violently relieve them of our discarded histories. © 2016 rutherford |
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1 Review Added on February 4, 2016 Last Updated on February 4, 2016 AuthorrutherfordAboutMisguided visionary playing with words. Strongly encourage comments that will improve my pieces. If you friend me, I ask that you have first looked at my writing and willing to offer some helpful re.. more..Writing
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