LIKE MY CASTAWAY EYES
By Tuesday I'm already dreary;
cinders drip like sweat from eyelids.
The cape-master at the local playhouse
finds he has nothing to do: He does
a crossword puzzle from the domain
of Zero. Three-letter word for pest?
Could be imp. Eleven letters for an
'Aquatic animal out in the cold?'
It can only be weatherseal? But
even he doesn't get it at all.
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