A. A. MacConnell

When you write drabbles, you relieve the pressure of the epic novel expanding in your head.

aamacconnell in Drabbles January 28, 2018December 10, 2017 30 Words

Do your part too, please

Damnable waste, fell remnants, useful of naught
Interred, inferred, one heard where particles caught
Reeking, foul, smearing things
Trouble, bubble, that rubble which continuously sings
Yesterday you didn’t vacuum, jerk

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A. A. MacConnell

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