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My gums are bleeding again.

There’s a stack of papers that need attention

But I can’t find my glasses.

My truck is making that funny noise.

 

I sleep too late,

There’s no one here to wake me.

I don’t write,

Seems it’s all been said.

 

Your point’s been made:

I am selfish and fickle,

Say what you like.

Come home.

 

 

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