Spring Cleaning Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Spring Cleaning

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MY moods splintered and
shapless, they sound like
thunder, on a cold bipoler
day.
ENOUGH, says the pills.
ENOUGH, says the pills,
now put on some clouths,
and get out of bed.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: moods
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lawrence S. Pertillar 21 February 2006

I can 'dig' the splitting apart line. I like this, David. L

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