Poetry. Patrick!

And before the sneaky, snotnosed, cheesy, breathy has-been descended the stairsI felt hopeful I’d be a snacker soonBut his awake, ostrich-necked self, nasty in his nickelplated denseness, was not wise to my needsHe looked at me crawtoothed and biggled, the blamerAnd was only carefree and cheerful as a worldly fan of mineBut we’re all right, …

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