Reflections of My Perceptions
green duffle bag
I'm so sick and tired of lugging this green duffle bag
back and forth, to and thro,
east, west, south north
my clothes are wrinkled, my shoulders are soar
it's hard to feel at home when your life is a revolving door
i can't wait till the day when i can report
that i have finally reached my last resort
hopefully by then i will not be so out of sorts
and my car will no longer feel like my home,
just my mode of transport
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green duffle bag
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