Okay, here's the deal
in finding Sense of Place
I've searched to feel
until I'm blue in the face
I stood so long
with the shower running
singing my song
in monotone humming
I ran out of hot water
teeth started to chatter
turning the dial to hotter
I said, "What does it matter?"
"Oh, heck," stepping out of the shower
I reached for the wine
tripped over the PC tower
and sloshed the divine
I lost my refrain
setting my face with a scowl
I thought, "you're insane!"
and said, "F**k, WHERE'S THAT TOWEL?!"
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