Cleaning the mud off one's shoes from a grave,
Would seem such a strange occupation to spend,
But what disturbs most in this manner behaved,
Is that they must track through the mud soon again.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
