Coworker's neglect
Steel toes protect
Waterproof sheathe
Yet my feet are wet
It must be sweat
Does leather breathe?
Dave Grossman and his Poem of the Week at Phrenopolis inspired this posting.
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Wherein I write a page a day whenever I feel like it, about nothing in particular, just to see if I can for no real reason.
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