HOPE
He works in the
no accounting for
taste department.
Poets, his data show,
waste paper while
wanting not to. He
locks his mother
in the closet every
morning to prevent
the darning of socks.
He calls home
continuously in a
conscientious effort to
drive the old lady insane.
Friday, December 2, 2011
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