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Louet

September 11

 

 

 

Louet

 

 

Consolidating fuzz into yarn makes me a friend to sheep everywhere.   Spinning the filaments of truth into cables of life does not impress the mutton in anyway, but sure does my mental health a world of good.  Free floating fiber is bad for my lungs and piles lint all around.  Giving things a firm twist pulls together what used to be fluff and keeps me warm and dry.

 

 

 

 

 

Jones for candor

 

 

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WORKS

 

I cry the waterworks so necessary to the healing of my heart.

I explode with the fireworks required

For anger to set living boundaries.

 

I sleep the sleep of angels, as I link to dream works

Allowing mental maintenance to occur,

Slip into my political face, making time for public works.

 

I return to my abode, call the pie maker and order “the works”.

Have it delivered so I can face the homework

Waiting for me and bearing my name.

 

 

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