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Unrelated Lines




Dogs earn an honest living

barraging us with noise.

Their owner weighs eighty pounds.

Up the street leather leashes

tote her, rolled

like news in wet jaws.



The rain types secrets

embarrassing to Millennials, like

who admits to having owned

a manual?



One can’t expect a relation-

ship when one’s earwax

is wet and the other partner

dry. But was it fun

while it didn’t last?



Tears of relief! a rescue

team arrived trailing

bread-crumbs lost in a cave.

Oh Jesus! like

an unexpected video-call

from your long-dead mother.



Stress breaks the bridge-

struts, destroys my belly

with repeated crossings.

Trucks weigh too much
rumbling like love

​over a limited expanse.

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