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My house is full of pets in each corner,
under the stove,
behind the fridge,
around the water heater.
Little grey bunnies made of dust,
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Smiling in the street while it thunders,
today is the day I let my mind go,
I turn my cap inside out,
climb up the trees to look below.
Fi..
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walking the tightrope along the bridge,
highbeams shine from passing cars,
she shines brighter,
giving the Earth a dim glow,
one step foll..
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leaves withered and grew as the old man sat,
in his wooden rocking chair gently swaying,
waiting for the day to come,
people come to chat and..
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standing at windows the day speeds by,
people scurry as ants or inside metal monsters,
always coming to and away,
business of great importanc..
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Compartment 114
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where are the old wanderers,
whatever happened to Steve>
a different holy book in hand every week,
the wise man of the thrift store.
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walking down cracked sidewalks,
kicking rocks and acorns further ahead,
hoping for a sound of birds,
but chirps of squirrels abound.
yeste..
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Fun House
looking both ways down an infinite hall,
looking back at myself endlessly,
I turned right and followed for ages,
until I realize..
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day and night it haunts me so,
yesterday you were bovine,
swine,
or rodent,
now gelatin surrounds you,
confined in tin,
fresh by chemical and so..
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nurses come to top off my cup,
the coffee and poison mingle
in the air and on my tongue,
she draws the curtain,
moans next door persist,
snow fal..
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