Dust particles spin around my head,
whirring in the whirlpool of the wind,
makes me sneeze, my eyes began to water,
why didn't I clean my car father?
It's raining (dust)
I can smell clean (rust)
rain on the pavement puddles (dries)
brings back memories (lies)Dust devil, enemy of my nose,
The con's of dust outweigh the pros,
just create a cloud of dust now,
Take me away. "How?"
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PoetryA collection of poetry by @layschips1 RATED PG-13 HIGHEST RANK: #295 in Poetry © 2015 by layschips1 All Rights Reserved