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At times while thinking
on the porcelain throne,
I write in my mind
Some lines of a poem.

In the quiet solitude
I can always write more,
Until my family
Does a jig at the door.

It's hard to concentrate
With the commotion they raise,
But I'm sure they can wait
For another short phrase.
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10/09/2001

Posted on 10/09/2001
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