Feather Duster (A Poem)
By Steve West
@zebra2222 (5268)
United States
November 15, 2016 9:09pm CST
Feather duster in the air,
Why is it that I despair?
You gather dust
Here and there.
Some of it lands
In my hair.
You gather dust
From way up high.
I'm breathing it.
I'm going to die.
Feather duster,
You're too much.
You eat lots of dust
For lunch.
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