i learned how to eat from the
table like a human being.
i have no idea, where i will sleep
the snow has melted, she brings
me in, where i start to thaw, the
dishes are just like i left them.
taxes go up every year, soon she
will have to buy me a new, bed.
while become even more or less.

by James McLain

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