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A River's Tale

Where do old couches go?

And old TVs?

The ones that weren’t born as HD,

They go into our nearby river,

Sadly,

Along with fish,

But fish in fact are s’posed to be there,

And maybe

Jimmy Hoffa too,

Who ain’t,

To speculate would be unfair,

The river doesn’t say.

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gary-l-misch
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Published
May 5, 2014
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