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Jun 13, 2006 16:25

It being over and all,
it being a success,
I own a little less.

But now I have three houses;
the skeleton, the home, and
the other one; no fun.

I run between them, each
with their own needs,
their own lives; I'm
breaking out in hives.

Bike to one, drive
to another, and then
walk; only a little time
to talk.

Exercise before eight, she
gets home around four; then
an evening stroll; it takes
its toll.

life, man, is just so tough;
reading, lounging, petting:
stuff. I've had enough.

(this means i'm ready to be gone from this city; I feel as if I already am.)
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