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The Messy Guest
Hey there, I’m just following up Pretend this is in a fancy card Please accept my humble apologetic remarks Regarding my pup We visited your house on Saturday All Billy wanted to do was play He found the toy bin He pulled out the alligator, the panda bear, the battered rope He loved each one
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No GLP1
The test results were strewn out She’d already seen them – mostly the ones in red She didn’t want to hear anything I said Her green eyes were lasers, set in a plump face She started, “You didn’t prescribe me that drug, and that’s why my numbers are bad” My heart started to race. She
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The Open Window
Will you leave the window open so I can look outside? Up till now you know I’ve been trying to hide It’s scary out there It’s cold too When it snows, there’s snow on everything I admit this is a little embarrassing but I’ll sometimes look out a different window to see if anything’s changed
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The Folk Song
My life is sometimes like that sad folk song Playing on NPR on the drive home I can envision the singer in an old western hat He’s probably sitting in a cabin His voice is a drone I wonder what happened to make it like that He sings about curtains There’s an unspoken rift I
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Do What You Want
Why fight the discomfort? Why ball up your emotions? Why risk getting hurt? When you could just go to the ocean Do other people’s thoughts turn you into a robot? In my 36 years, I’ve learned this is prison No matter how I bend, what I wear, what I say, or how I act, I
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Snowstorm-Mailman-Drug Bust
I was walking the loop with my dog after the snowstorm On a pretty Friday afternoon, just 40 degrees, but it felt warm The snow was melting, big chunks crashing down Icy rivers in the street, making a gentle bubbling sound Toward the gutter, where everything will eventually go I saw him walking toward us,
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It’s Always Something
My colleague doctor across the hall sighed I looked away from the screen and rubbed my eyes We’re both like gerbils on the wheel Clicking, typing, charting Sadly enough, we no longer feel If these patients weren’t in the way, I could have a better day If only it were sunny Or if I made
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The Blue Sky
It looked like someone took a paintbrush And spread my favorite colors across the sky He looked at me and I blushed But I don’t know why Maybe it’s simply because he looked at me Or because he knows my favorite colors Or that he chose me over the others – or, along with the
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