The Cut Poem by Jay Bradley

The Cut



I have a cut on my finger
It's three pronged like a mad devil's stab
When sour tastes and objects rough as sand
Brush upon it
It hurts
I don't know where it came from
I drank last night

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Allemagne Roßmann 17 September 2011

Very entertaining write in brevity of words.Bravissimo!

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Jay Bradley

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Eschenbach in der Oberpfalz
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