Surely the previous tenants would know the combination,
the end point, the whole ball of wax,
and why this margarine is putrid.
Find another justification.
I'll bet there are plenty in the pantry,
alphabetized, in three-ring binders.
Living in a clapboard has its moments
and this is one of them.
Passersby seem secure enough
with their notion of the daily grind.
I, however, am not so sure.
I guess you've got to apply some elbow grease
otherwise it will pass you by.
And I don't have to remind you what happened
the last time we tried to board without a ticket.
They still talk about it at Luigi's.
Which reminds me.
Check the circulation desk for the latest perennials.
I wouldn't want to miss the next installment.
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| Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison |