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Sep 2020
As you clamor for the top
I dig a little deeper

You grappel at the garbage dump
I embrace my inner reaper

Rising up your back on your feet
Internalized thought and so I retreat

An Oscar you say
The grouch ...who me .. okay

Your shaking your head in disbelief
She gave up her turn
Trash is bittersweet

Grouchy and green you think I am jealous
I am that angry bestie
To hell with being over zealous

You say are you not afraid of hell
My answer.. that my dear is the wishing well

Your pennies you pitched
I retrieved from the ditch

Copper is the basis
on cellular DNA sis

You say to me so its you that is the conductor

I retrieve to my plan
in my aluminum can

I am but a grump
who just loves her dump

Me and the Grinch
have like this thing

<3
Michelle A Ford
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Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
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