Dust is the nusiance of sweep and sweep,
The broom working overtime, In the absence of a vacuum cleaner.
Dust is the reiteration of yesterday's chore,
And the vexation of Sahara Dust,
Crossing the Atlantic in modern day
climate change.
Dust is is the prophecy of endings: "dust to dust and ashes to ashes,"
It really is the iteration of heartbreak, loss, and so frustrating,
Dust is.
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Today's challenge is to write a poem on the quality of a something (noun, verb, adjective but not ‘sprawl’) using the same format of The Quality of Sprawl
