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The woman opens her window and croaks: Dolt! Idiot! Retard! Do you wanna die? Moron!
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...he hailed the New Year with a champagne toast raised in his hand and a silly sequined hat on his head.
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Up pops one head, then another
From the vine’s dark covering
Heedless of the boy and his mower
Passing feet from their play
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How have we let our lives pass
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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