23 (Skidoo) Poem by Morgan Michaels

23 (Skidoo)



Moldy grows the fig.
I will eat it anyway,
the moldy old fig.

Sunday, September 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: old
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 10 September 2012

Henceforth I shall stay off 23rd street when it is windy (and avoid moldy figs like PLAGUE!) Thanks for also enlarging my vocabulary!

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