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Monday, January 27, 2025

I WENT TO WORK AFTER MY DINNER GUESTS WERE GONE

There were 35 dead flies on my sesame seed bun,
I know, because I counted every wire-winged one,
The many flies and stale bun had to go,
They went into the compactor of woe,
I went driving into work, under a rising, red sun.


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