It was Wednesday
when I went out to pick up
Thursday's' paper.
I think time
is playing tricks
on me.
Peoples' names blur.
They say the same thing
over and over.
Why aren't they listening?
For breakfast
I had cereal...
I think.
I can't find my watch...
I think they hide it.
My only daughter
is coming tomorrow
I call her Mary.
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