1/14/04
Sarcastic boss asks:
"So, has it been a bad day?"
He'd rather not know.
1/15/04
Call bank, Triple A,
go twenty other places...
just let me die now.
1/16/04
Dark, gray skies, damp air,
too warm for a winter's day--
I'm chilled to the bone.
1/17/04
You can't find me now.
You may think I'm here with you;
in truth, I'm long gone.
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