The fear that someone has already written these exact words
stifles me,
Is this my "My Sweet Lord"?
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Words ricocheting inside my mind since
Caulfield dreamed the ducks were alive,
but their feet were frozen
under the ice.
artist unknown
The house we rented on the Internet sight unseen
and a thousand miles away
has a fucking white picket fence.
All the shit is in the U-haul.
Too late to turn around
Daughter thinks it's a terrible place to trick-or-treat
Guess I'll just get some cats
and wait for Crosby, Stills, and Nash to sing about it.
It's not our house
For the life of me, I can't see living 30 years in one place
just to make it mine, all mine.
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Zwoof