DIRTY DOZEN
Juanita is too shrill, and I've
got nothing to show for it. Upon
awakening today, let's put that
integrated chair out in the big
room, where sunlight can hit it.
It's large, but I'm sure it will fit
through the doorway no mind.
That small, metal flask. I forget
where you hid it. Oh then, no
matter; there are always just
too many things to keep sure
of. And also - have you ever
noticed - that metal vent on
your rooftop looks just
like a pen-tip.
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