WEEBLE WOBBLE BUT THEY DON'T FALL DOWN
I know a woman about to lose her house.
It's not missing, she's certain
where the water shut-off valve is
and which stair squeaks when she goes up
at ten to rise at four. I promised myself
I wasn't going to do this, no one listens
to this kind of poem anyway,
it might as well be a sermon or the side
of a cereal
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