There was a dirty man in a dirty field on a cold dirty day eating a dirty blueberry muffin.
I liked him for what he was, dirty.
Clouds cast deep dirty streaks across the sky. I was there and I was dirty.
But not as dirty as the man.
We were the only ones left in the world. Two dirty souls.
That is, until the clean little girl asked us to push her on the clean rubber swing.