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* * * * *Grief stomps through the door in his muddy boots. He claims the best chair. He drops his bags on the floor. He wants his dinner. He wants a drink. He wants to lay his heavy body on my body.* -- sharon brogan http://www.sbpoet.com http://www.sbpoet.net http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net 406.578.1788