9040. WHAT CAN I DO?

WHAT CAN I DO?

Mr. 401 has come home once more.

A heavy day's work, and he's down

on the floor, a long face drooping

and tired. Life gets like that. We

get caught up and mired in all 

that we do. Running the chambers

of chance, in a lost age of doing,

and wanting, and heave.

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This pressure subsides, only much

later : as if in a dream, some old

guy dawdlling over a long-lost 

supper, and looking like nothing

you'd have ever expected. You

don't want to stay, but you

don't want to leave.