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Oct 29
“One purses” forward.
Upon a littered past.
Flowers and Stink Bugs..
Scattered among the “daisys”.

A simple B comes floating by.
The wind, which is higher than normal today.
Matter of fact,
It’s blowing like something else I can think of….

And it's blowing outward of a whole other thing....

You know, like blues skies?

Never mind…
..........................................yup, it's untitled..........................................
and what does the "B" stand for, anyway?
Drab
Written by
Drab  Androgynous/The final frontier
(Androgynous/The final frontier)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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