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Feb 2015
Trapped in this Home
A full grown eagle
Since 1997 I have lived here

My talons are sharp
My patience is wearing thin

And these dachsunds
Bark too much

Haha
Oh well
I don't suppose it matters

And who is this Rachelle?
She came to the door selling something
I didn't see what

I never know who will stop by
It is truly a strange world
Some friend of mother

I offered her a glass of water
Asking her name
I said, "I think we met before some time ago."

Thank goodness mother came home
I think I made Rachelle feel akward
With my akwardness, haha

Goodbye Rachelle
I go now
To the golf course

See you in a few years maybe
When you stop by again
On a Thursday afternoon

Haha!
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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