go around back
and knock twice
on the door
that says no
entry here by
order of the
fire department,
that's where
you'll find me,
i'll be on a
stool, in the
ice room, avoiding
thelma, and the
heat that she
brings, trying
to stay cool.
it's too long
a tale to tell,
and you won't
believe it anyway.
i'm prone to
embellish and
expand on things
lace the lining
with little white
lies. some of it
is true, some
isn't. you decide.
but it's really
all my fault,
always is. thelma
is just a symptom
of some bigger
issue.
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