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Samsonite by Jo Ashburn
The cloud over Kinocti was like a giant
Windshield Wiper,
Sweeping across the sky,
Leaving trails of mist
We all wish
For a miracle to wipe us clean
So we can start over.
But even in the next life,
We keep our baggage.
And the only thing to do with baggage
Is to unpack it.
All of it
Even the dirty socks
And deal with it.
Because as painful as that gets,,
It's better than the hernia
From lugging that luggage around.
You don't need Windex
It's more like Drano.
JO ASHBURN Is a poet, a pagan, a priest, and a player (of video games).. He currently resides in Lakeport , CA, with his amazing wife Anya and 2 giant cats. He has been writing for over 40 years (off and on), including 6 strategy guides for LucasArts games. He wishes he had more to say, but his muse is currently out Christmas shopping.
JO ASHBURN Is a poet, a pagan, a priest, and a player (of video games).. He currently resides in Lakeport , CA, with his amazing wife Anya and 2 giant cats. He has been writing for over 40 years (off and on), including 6 strategy guides for LucasArts games. He wishes he had more to say, but his muse is currently out Christmas shopping.
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