Freeverse 732

3/23/23

meanness, why are you in me now
I prefer the sun or the garden
welcome are buds
or before that, the snow
profiting on nothing like the plow-driver driving
the roads to learn something
the sounds and seated in armor
the feel of the pedals
and honking the horn
just for fun

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