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Monday, February 12, 2018
Niggardly And Dutiful At All Costs
Precious the memories, so
Dear in fact he keeps them
Hoarded in a satchel given
To him by a doting mother
Who shilled him
Into guarding it
With his life till
He’ll remember how
Much he wasted of it.
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