Limpopo Love

by grimbeau

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Where are you today?

Ungrouded? Querulous?

Bulbous? Awake?

Perhaps a wit worried

after a think.

Or an atom anxious, a bit bothered,

a chunk confounded, dripping doubt, after an epoch expectant,

a forest fearful, a gallows guarded, a hog horrified, and iota indignant.

A jumping jack:

Krakatoan. A lot lost. Amassing misery,

a noggin narked, often overlooked, permanently pouting.

Querulous I said already.