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Taking Guts For Granted

by Ronald A Pavellas

TAKING GUTS FOR GRANTED
or
WHY I DIDN'T LEAVE THE MOUNTAIN LODGE WITH THE HIKING GROUP TODAY

I have been taking my guts for granted
I have not thought about them, in depth, for a long while
I have given them only cursory acknowledgment during some fine farting

My guts are now claiming their due
All blood and attention currently flow to my guts
My fingers and toes are icy
My large muscles are flaccid and useless
My thought are focused between my navel and, well, you know

Is it something I ate?
Is it altitude sickness?
Is it the dreaded "flu"?

No -- I am convinced my guts need this attention
And I am bound to give it to them

Nice guts, sweet guts, pretty guts
Can we please be friends?
I promise never to take you for granted again.

Hey -- the gang's returning! What's for dinner?

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Claire Tappaan Lodge
Norden, California

10/31/1998

Posted on 11/30/2001
Copyright © 2021 Ronald A Pavellas

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