Litter Poem

On my way to downtown Denver, I saw a bag.
It was a billowy bag.
It was a black, billowy bag.
It was a dirty black, billowy bag.
It was a sad, useless,dirty black, billowy bag.
So I gathered it up and put in my sack for disposal.


Jenny Burris, on being poetic.

Are you observant enough to be watching?
What remedy will you apply?

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