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Open House

March 16, 2020 by Edward Morris in Poetry

Will I ever have to live in my van

(which I purchased with that distinct prospect in mind,

half hoping circumstance would put me to the test)?

Here, in the backseat, is my bedroom,

in the middle seat my library.

Deliveries can be made at the rear.

Come in my front door

and have some tea.

There are cup holders for both of us.

March 16, 2020 /Edward Morris
Or So It Seemed, Poetry
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