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Today, after I finally found the box
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In which I'd packed my shaver, I decided
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To grow some sides to my goatee. For a week
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I'll look half-mad. With any luck I won't
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Meet anyone worth meeting till it's in.
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In fact I'm hoping to hook up with a friend
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Of Ann's. Tomorrow I'll try my contacts again.
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(The Thai waiter just brought my appetizer -
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Grilled squid on a stick. It's delicious.)
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I've made one friend already - my neighbor's beautiful
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Golden-tressed daughter gave me a hug
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Then asked if I'd like to marry her.
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I didn't have a ready answer, never
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Having been proposed to before - ``I'm sure
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That you could do much better'' came to mind,
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But can self-deprecation be attractive?
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She'll be turning twenty-seven in about
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Twenty years. I think I also met
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Her cat, a subtle gray and beige shorthair.
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The effect is spoiled by the sixteen neon-pink
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Claw-sheaths someone has affixed to its paws.
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People take furniture seriously on this street.
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It seems half-starved - I can practically count its bones
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By looking at it - and stroking it is disturbing.
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I was standing in my little yard (enclosed and about
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The size of a prison cell) resisting the urge
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To pace in compulsive circles, when the cat came by.
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Some source of water burbles beyond my bushes -
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It's calming. In the sunlight I could see these patterns
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Traced in midair by almost invisible dots.
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My door is narrow. I have more windows than walls.
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A tiny creature - I used to see the like
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Frequently in Chicago - has flown in, never to find
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The door again. It is hurling itself against
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A window, trying to get back to wherever it's from.
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I hope I won't be seen doing the same.
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for Mark and Moses
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