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observing the loneliness of dishes as his wife wishes he sit and do whatever who else crosses mind does the same in a one-light with tired eyes the last beer so clearly disappearing losing coolness outside already cool this fool snap goes off on its own he reckons water washer wan regrigerator rattle rather than wattle domesticated if all else fail -- Bob Marcacci Men ever had, and ever will have leave, To coin new words well suited to the age, Words are like Leaves, some wither every year, And every year a younger Race succeeds. - Horace