Due: A Saturday Poem
DueWind blew in today, a bad one.Some said twister.I was playing snooker at Sing-Loo's.He sells single cigarettes to all ages, for five cents.We heard nothing. No ripples in my draft.Three blocks over, Mrs. Ludder's roof left town.And the cross on St. Brigid's skeweredJim Blidwort's Holstein.Rack 'em up, Eddie.That cow was due for the abattoir.c. Ciprianowords Inc. 2009
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