WELL, THE SENTIMENTS
I've never powdered my nose, or
used deodorant, so I wouldn't really
know about any of that except to
say 'the body and spirit live lives
of their own, rolling along on their
merry ways; taking care of most
things nicely, and moving on.'
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There's nothing we need do:
paint the bathroom ceiling? I
guess. Re-do the common hallway
until it looks like Versailles? No,
not I. Well, whatever - the
sentiments drip like snot from
that wounded nose, and what
we all do is just enough to keep
it going. For satisfaction. For
something to talk about,
when we get home?
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