Thus We Stay...

Poem By Glenn Bagshaw

Praise unswept corners of our lives
Where no one even wants to spit.
By unkempt worst, self best survives!
Praise unswept corners of our lives
We kick, we thrill and itch like hives;
the rub? life on the edge can't sit.
Praise unswept corners of our lives
Where no one even wants to spit.

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