Amos stands on a subway platform
littered with stubbed-out cigarettes.
For three sins, even for four,
I will not reverse it! The commuters
skirt his dirty robes, avoid eye contact.
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Thanks for linking, Dave. This one is brand-new and I’m pretty pleased with it.
It’s terrific. Diogenes likes it, too. :)