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Hairball

At Least

At least the cat didnít throw up...
not on the living room rug, nor the patio entranceway
over eating is not for her today.

Boredom at old age or I didn't do enough in youth,
needs another holiday, an ethnic meal for me,
fruition like an aching omission follows at my heel.

But bearing that I'll never be around again,
womanizing, painting, writing, hungering for life,
That seems awfully, yea actually very real.

17th November, 2006

Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.

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