12,989. YOUR BIG EARRINGS ARE BLOCKING MY SUN

YOUR BIG EARRINGS 

ARE BLOCKING MY SUN

I knew your father from our army days

together; we fought the guerilla fighters

in some horrid duel to death. Yes, I was

sorry when I saw his head go flying.

Sabres and lances; that happens, and

surely some crazy stuff. I've lived here

now for thirteen years, regretting very

little; but I kept hearing stories of you,

and did always want to meet.

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Pull up a chair, if you'd like; Charmain

there will bring you whatever you want.

Food, drinks, even mashed beans from

some local forest. This is about 3 acres

here, but they don't use that term; they say

'hectares' and it measures something else,

though I stay with the same. 'Acres' was

always good enough for me.

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So, I hear you're in some trouble, and need

some money too. And now you've come to

me. I'll probably give you what you need,

and all I have was between us, your father 

and me. Nothing legal or binding, mind

you, but it just always felt that way. I reserve

the right, you should know, to refuse. But

I won't. A 'softee' like me knows no bounds.

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You should know I too would like now to get

out of here. America again sounds better and

better. I've grown old here, and solid in my 

ways. I'm used to all these humble piglets 

always doing my bidding too. That's a hard 

habit to break. I'd imagine.

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To my eyes, by the way, you look really

funny; for an American, I mean. When did

all this start  -  those piercings and the earrings

and the funny hair? And how long will it go

on? Do you think? Face it, it's hard for me to

understand all that, an old man from another

land, and you come rolling in like that.

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Your big earrings are blocking my sun.