Dirt is. Dirt was.
Life is made of dirt.
I look at all the things that have yet to be tarnished by dirt.
My new socks.
The Boston Red Sox.
The windows at my house.
Windex factories.
Drinking water.
Waterfalls.
My homework.
Deprived pigs.
My green tea.
My green tee.
All these things make me sad,
for I know one day the winds will shift,
and they will get dirty.
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