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The Barn:
wading through mouse feces:
my afternoon.
grime-covered and sweat-drenched,
i scrub with filthy tired-out sponge.
the stench of rodenticide and feral urine
combine as Instant Headache.
garden hose is my release
till all dirt turns mud
and i am soaked.
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This morning, biking through the wetlands, i saw the untold story of Froggy and Miss Mousie of "Froggy Went A Courtin'" fame. On my right, as i peddled by, was a decaying frog-carcass, teaming with flies. Not two paces away, on my left, was a slightly fresher mouse-body rotting also. Pity.
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