Ill Suited


I sifted

through my

sure-hurts,

picking

one that topped them all, I

jumped into well-creased

panics,

slid on

boo-hoo-hoots

–skipping socks,

certain there’d be plenty

in my daily

rue-tine.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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