(meanwhile -
prison -guard- surrogate pats paw-paw baby-tooth's head and offers a grape dum-dum
and
a battery operated
tooth brush!)
Post Script:
Once upon a time the tennis player next door
told me that when her
rusty water-dog died
she would get new
furniture
.
Unrelated
though synaptically
connected
on a quarter-key note
someone on a distant planet many moons
ago told me
that on new years eve:
the sun
moved all the furniture
out of the way
in the living room
So she could
dance
.
.Question.
Are there some who
equate family
as furniture?
?
does this
run in families?
.
awful
.
when I stop
learning
just shoot me.
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