On Principle I Suppose Poem by Steve Howard

On Principle I Suppose



Dirt, O dirt, O dirtious dirt,
mud and silt and sand.
It's found on your clothes,
tween your toes, up your nose,
and often is found on the hand.
But dirt, O dirt, without dirtious dirt,
just where in the world would we stand?

Friday, April 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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Steve Howard

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