I've gotten used to hermit status
Love the cushion
Dry the clothes on the heater
Waiting for the gun shot
To go off
Celebrating forty
Digesting fifty
Certifiably insane by sixty
Buying eggs from the local store
Surprised at their
Twin status
Visibly awakened by their yolks
The miniature of spaniels
Gulps beside the door
And directly enters into this dry,
Red body.
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