it was cold
that morning.
the blade
of the shovel
broke
as it hit
the ground
under your boot.
there would
be no digging
that day,
which made
you happy,
despite the lack
of pay.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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