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Forgotten Popsicle stick Dominates in ashtray. He broke it in half once But it's been there a while. He remembered. Spending summer night. Outside- While his dad Smoked in chains; Wisps dusting Humid air. They just talked. Cigarettes devoured, Popsicles slurped And bitten, Even as sensitive Teeth screamed, Each left Distinct tastes on the lips. The ashtray began to crowd, Butts piled high. But he'd found a perch For Popsicle stick Stained blue. But then his dad moved out. And Popsicles Soon turned to cigarettes, That lone stick Being one of the last. Eventually he dumped the tray, To get rid of his dad and Make room for his own addiction.
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Last Popsicle
Forgotten Popsicle stick Dominates in ashtray. He broke it in half once But it's been there a while. He remembered. Spending summer night. Outside- While his dad Smoked in chains; Wisps dusting Humid air. They just talked. Cigarettes devoured, Popsicles slurped And bitten, Even as sensitive Teeth screamed, Each left Distinct tastes on the lips. The ashtray began to crowd, Butts piled high. But he'd found a perch For Popsicle stick Stained blue. But then his dad moved out. And Popsicles Soon turned to cigarettes, That lone stick Being one of the last. Eventually he dumped the tray, To get rid of his dad and Make room for his own addiction.
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
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