I guess

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Words with strangers.
Hidden dangers.

Time, the Wiser.
Patronizer.
Truth belies her.
Call off the hounds.

By leaps and bounds,
She’ll move ahead.
Get out of bed
And seize the sandwich,

A Mighty Manwich
For a sloppy Joe.
That so and so
Really earns it.

Digs the soil and turns it.
To watch things grow
From the field’s edge.
Nut and sedge

Look like they’re thriving.
While she’s conniving.
Stays indoors.
Tracks mud on the floors,

With no thought to after.
Bird shit rafters and cozy mess.
That’s my job,
I guess.

2/18/21