15.5 It Required Some Planning
Each house had a porch, the white one with columns was the home of my conscience. Wearing practical shoes she stayed busy with thanks-you’s and baking for cripples.I thought it intrusive she raked...
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the white one with columns was the home of my conscience. oh -very nice! she raked thru my litter. say what? okay, I thought puppy, but then just not sure. Folding blankets for homeless they discussed...
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I'm thinking kitty litter, maybe I should say, litter box? but I'm hoping I don't have to.
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yes, I did think kitty litter. I don't know where I got puppy from.
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This is a marvelous beginning: Each house had a porch, the white one with columns was the home of my conscience. Yes, the rest is a bit tricky, but clever, too.
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I love the beginning lines as well. I'm intrigued by the mysterious "she" who does the turd raking and note writing- a daughter perhaps? I enjoyed the home centered focus of this poem and it caused me...
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I LOVE this, Dale. Great opening and the gnawed at my leg line is clever too. It's a very entertaining slice of life told in just the right way.
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Mar, I think "she" is his conscience. Am I right? Interesting that she's a she -- and in cahoots with the wife. I love it.
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I envisioned the "she" as his conscience, but I also think it's neat his conscience could be seen a meddlesome neighbor or relative. Either way she's in cahoots with his wife.
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Hope the friend was friendly than the other two! Seriously, very clever poem, great language, sting of sarcasm and chill of truth.
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Yes, indeed, this really hits the spot. I love the appeal to your wife, who has grown chummy with Mrs.-Cravatts-Consciousness.
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