Piled high
Each layer is like the floor of a tall building
And each article of clothing tells a story
Of course there is the collar with lipstick on it
The sleeve with powder burns
The blood-stained jacket
And the shards of broken glass in the pants cuff
Did I mention this is a city basket?
1 comment:
Yikes - the Tide has turned. Better Bounce outta there!
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