I listen to you talk
About your remodeling,
Carpeting, trips to Florida,
Weddings to plan.
I smile but don't add
Anything of my own.
How can I? I live in a
Building where the
Next-door neighbors
Regularly throw dirty diapers
Out of their ground-floor window.
My stories would stain your carpets.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Yet Another Temp Poem
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