Lyrics confusing my poetry
Losing, lost
Lost
Dry snow blowing away my regret
Cold air freeze-drying aged thoughts
Groceries
Later, every day, something needs fixing
Earlier, every day, things need putting away
Things need sorting through
Things need ignoring
Things are grievously, obviousment
Misunderstood
Don't know
But
Wild turkeys are jumping for crabapples
Pay attention!
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