nick low

Scrabbling - Poem by nick low

THis place stinks....

The floors are lined with dispicable letters.

All C's and V's and pointy K's

I wonder if I smell the same as I wallow

Not pig like, I'm too big. But hands and feet immersed. I cursed.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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