I guess.



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Fresh refried beans from scratch likeas defense,
Where did today go in that project? Frail
As after nightfall for Panera, hail
Aught late, refueling too likeas defense,
To settle in for movies til pretense
Wears thin; food stowed, and now our dinner's tale
To boot, wash dishes, got to bed t'avail,
And what do all else do once I'm gone hence?!
I was asleep, I guess. He watched in tour
While they played with a third mouse til twas through
And truly dead...ere he'd retire. Was't poor
I'd sleep through that? I slept quite soundly too.
Guess Robert texted, but my phone as twere
Is useless after sevn, ist? LORD, where to?

30Sep25b