WHAT IT MEANS
TO LOSE LOUISE
The's a small flame going yet on the stove.
They don't do that anymore; I hear pilot lights
are passe. Would that the rest of the world knew.
Guidance is needed, and I don't mean stove.
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Her flowerpot is unable to talk back to me; the
assumptions all made just become part of the
soup there cooking. I don't know, but maybe
I could just open a restaurant of my own.
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Soups and cookies and sandwich-type dumplings
filled with glee. It might not be fun, but what
fun it might be. I want to start it, right now!
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