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Dec 2024
She came to call
And stays most of the fall,
She takes the ground floor
You the one above

The floorboards creaked under your weight
Driving her wild, she'd yell at the ceiling
You thought maybe from a hospital she'd escaped
Any scenario was none too appealing

You hoped for more than this
Trying so ****** hard to appease
When you met in the kitchen
You wondered who this strange person was

Something about her had you sweating bullets
You reached for the tea towel while the kettle boiled
She whimpered and you knew not what to do
She shrieked and you poured the tea

Around the first snow you saw a way out
Above her you'd shuffle soft shoe on the wooden floor
Using the washroom you'd pull the seat up and snicker
Leaving hair in the sink, and a streaked mirror

Before much more time the cards were played
The rooster greeted the morning and her bags were packed
You waited at the station to make sure she got aboard
The sound of the train whistle set you free
Irving MacPherson
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Irving MacPherson  M/New Scotland
(M/New Scotland)   
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