We were coming back
from the zoo
when I first heard this song
on her stereo,
a hot day -- so hot
you couldn't even open
the windows while you drive
the highway, at sixty miles per hour.
Who would have thought
that two years later
I'd be sitting
alone,
in my boxers
sipping cold Arak
spiced with cinnamon















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"Let's eat, Grandpa!"
"Let's eat Grandpa!"
Be literate. Save lives.
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It needs some more work, though.
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