my eyes stay aching
the world stays gray
all i do is candlepin bowl
with my fiancée all day
we smoke two bowlfuls
fry lox and eggs
sleep twenty years on cedar docks
stretch our winkleworn legs
the cat chews her cardboard box
whether rhode or long
repair to an island with every song
and mews in view of herons
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