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The home of the good Dr. J.R. Nowheremen
There is curly limbed
Shaggy red oak
Standing 1/2-slanted
From such heavy senectitude
Yet still dripping defiance
For them ASS-Hole-Twins—
That fake-ol’ foster-dad:
Time…
An’ his wretched smothering sister:
Great-granny Gravity
Not even the hellish firestorms of
Two summers back…
Left it singed but standing tall—
Still as it went teasing
Woven rings of shade
Over a good 1/3 of the rather—
Large greensward surrounding
That big bright sad-blue Cape Cod
With snow white trimmed windows…
There past the hilltop
Just right of the south-side
No one in the neighborhood
Hardly ever seems to see…
Signs of the humans that
Surely reside there—
The lights always on
Like its full of ghosts… ya know
Been that way for most all my
Ninety-five years of life…
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Shaggy red oak
Standing 1/2-slanted
From such heavy senectitude
Yet still dripping defiance
For them ASS-Hole-Twins—
That fake-ol’ foster-dad:
Time…
An’ his wretched smothering sister:
Great-granny Gravity
Not even the hellish firestorms of
Two summers back…
Left it singed but standing tall—
Still as it went teasing
Woven rings of shade
Over a good 1/3 of the rather—
Large greensward surrounding
That big bright sad-blue Cape Cod
With snow white trimmed windows…
There past the hilltop
Just right of the south-side
No one in the neighborhood
Hardly ever seems to see…
Signs of the humans that
Surely reside there—
The lights always on
Like its full of ghosts… ya know
Been that way for most all my
Ninety-five years of life…
© All Rights Reserved
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