you left your blonde
wig on the bed post.
and your whip and
plastic toy gun, that
springs out a flag
that says pop. you
are so clever, so
much fun. shame we
aren't married
anymore. i always
loved your pot roast,
your mashed potatoes,
your lavishedly iced
sweet cinammon buns.
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