(for Patrick, suggested by Roger)
gmail's made
his poems
thin again
that were
once so
ramblin' fat
now he
notices
the cat
at her snore-
gas-bored
as he
holds hands
over his
mornin' cuppa
she has three
bowls to
his one
oh the
power of love
and now
the post
before
toast -
how strange
the modern
whirled
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