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Hey booger |
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Neely's been overcast, morning |
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A closet full of generic adult diapers |
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And a bible trivia game |
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Lunch, three doughnuts |
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And some chocolate milk |
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Reading, a newspaper |
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That is five days old |
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The nurse, the housekeeper |
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The doctor |
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The son is older than my father |
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The smell of old bland cooking wafting and blending |
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With that of red oak |
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Warm and sour |
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The kitchen floor is vinyl |
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And it's soaking wet |
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So is the bedroom |
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Of the mother |
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She has a problem |
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She is very old |
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With her bladder |
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You are outside |
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Sucking on a can |
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Passed out in the living room |
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Martha stewart |
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Is speaking |
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Three hundred and fifty pounds of machinery |
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Roll between her surgical stockings |
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And the hearth |
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I do not look up |
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I am terrified |