Monday


Hair like hay.

Wiry, coarse & rough.
Between his two eyes sat his nose.
The size of a mountain, large.
Freckles scattered across his round cheeks.
Two chocolate brown eyes.
Nothing comes out when he tries to speak.
Hearing aids in both ears: deaf.
Mr. Kellerson was one hundred and three.
With hair still upon his head, coarse like hay.


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