MY MANGLED JACKET
Lucky for me I didn't go to
work that day. It's tiresome
in that forge every day. So I
sent my best jacket instead.
They never even noticed.
They thought I was dead,
and they sent my best jacket
home without me, saying, 'he
must have been gouged in the
fiery explosion. We don't really
know what happened, but here's
his mangled jacket, back for you.'
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