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New Year’s Eve

 

My mother-in-

law becomes my

 

mother when she

plays the piano.

 

My cousin is

convinced that his

 

Nissan will carry

him to heaven.

 

I’m trying to

write only true

 

things. My hair

is thinning. The

 

trees have lost

their red leaves.

 

I’ll sleep better

when it rains.




Vincent Poturica