Sop
To clean
Constantly
Everything
But the tire
The damp
Reminder
Of
The wrong
And right place
I can factor
Till winter
Omens and
Not
Or just get
The bloody
Sop
Off the dirty floor
And
Grind these cogs
Some more
rhyming and repetition...my mental stitching. ramble on.
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