[a poetic "nut" I wrote down on the morning of 11 October 2010 at http://curiositymatters.wordpress.com/]
God knows, I never owned it.
Don't know where I'll go.
Been living all this time,
Thinking it was mine.
It wasn't, isn't.
My stuff's doorless at last,
Pickovers for the penniless passersby.
Poetry by Skip Zilla
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Written on 2011-04-27 at 22:17
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foreclosure (a possible title for a new "nut")
The bank's boarding up my body.God knows, I never owned it.
Don't know where I'll go.
Been living all this time,
Thinking it was mine.
It wasn't, isn't.
My stuff's doorless at last,
Pickovers for the penniless passersby.
Poetry by Skip Zilla
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Written on 2011-04-27 at 22:17
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