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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