to get out of
going to the garden party,
where someone
is going to read their poetry.
that's my sock ironing day, i say.
so sorry.
church, afterwards?
oh my, i'd love to, but
i think i have poison
ivy on my leg
and i'll be itching it the whole
sermon.
bring me back a bulleting though.
it's nice to see
who passed away.
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