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Apr 2020
cold

like a metal ***
                             or  dish

                         ­          and somewhat
nondescript
            because

we couldn't describe
            how we felt other than

scared

        but why
                   what did we fear

and
            
as time goes by it looks
                     and seems more
                
             goofy
then it did

plus

it's hard  
           to remember

what the turmoil
                   and maybe more
plainly

                                     what the fuss
                 was all about

Whit Howland © 2020
A crude pulpy word painting with a straight forward message.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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