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Autobiography of the Cab Driver Who Picked Me Up At a Phoenix Hotel to Catch a Four A.M. Flight and Began to Speak in (Almost) Rhyming CoupletsRebecca McClanahan, from Deep Light: New and Selected Poems, 1987-2007. © Iris Press, 2007

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I had a bread machine once. It whirred and beeped, but no bread was made. :(