Who blinks,
and thinks,
And then
contrives
To find the
kinks
In others’
lives.
She used to yell at me, you know. She did. But not
any more. The Phillies and bagels are out, the Yankees and Midtown Manhattan
are in. JJ is a mere side salad.
I’m fishing.
And I just had a cucumber sandwich.
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