FAMILY GUESTS
Wanting nothing, getting less. I, not you, remark
fitfully upon the rest. 'Here is our buried angel, here
is the place we were born, I remember the baseball
field well, that's where Louie Lane lived. Over here,
remember, we buried Rinny, our dog.'
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Everything seems so simple now.
A holiday repast, one without
judgment. Some cruel mouths
talk of foul politics, others
just eat.
Wanting nothing, getting less. I, not you, remark
fitfully upon the rest. 'Here is our buried angel, here
is the place we were born, I remember the baseball
field well, that's where Louie Lane lived. Over here,
remember, we buried Rinny, our dog.'
-
Everything seems so simple now.
A holiday repast, one without
judgment. Some cruel mouths
talk of foul politics, others
just eat.
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