this engine grease on my knuckles
won't wash off completely
the brush with soap
can't get all of it
sometimes that is how
my brain feels
i try to write the junk out
onto a pad of paper
mostly i'll feel better
but usually there's a little gunk left
today, though, i pictured your sweet smile
soon i forgot all about the gunk
nothing is worth worrying about
when the woman you love loves you in return
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