Through my mouth and out it
Churn my loins up steep
Hills and past scampering
Hounds cheering me on
In their own tongue
You disappoint me with
Your speckles of smooth comfort
And the constant assault
Of rugged rough road
Grinding my tires and teeth
Patched and tattered you
Are like a used gas
Station bathroom
My only option where
I must close my senses
And accept the terms
Had no idea you are such a great poet. Terrific. Keep it up. Love and hugs, Grandma
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