Warts and All
I write these poems just for me. What gives me pause, or hope, or glee,
or sorrow; or perhaps to see my foibles staring back at me.
When I’m alone I swear a lot. (And sometimes even when I’m not!)
I laugh the most at my own jokes and cry the worst at my own woes.
I hurry when I have to pee and save the biggest slice for me.
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