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It seems like forever ago, but only yesterday as well
We moved out, moved up, moved in Needed a little work, the new place did But we are more than happy to! Out in back, there was trouble - Action of wind, and water, and sun, being trapped And unflattered by the long beige webbing, we freed the deck. That miserable carpet was far too big for them to take Thus much of it sat As things will when you're not around For weeks on end, under cars and over blacktop All in a roll - had it been taller it could have seen The chaotic freedom of the blue wavetops Of the luscious waters nearly too big to call a lake Nor had it eyes to see But bereft of life the sodden piece was not Within were contained a multitude of spots Some with legs, some with wings, some with feelers fine And one with none, yet brimming with elan vital Upon seeing this worthy, as I carved for disposal I removed him from his synthetic home And flung him to the presumed safety of soil Where hopefully he continues even now.
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