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Home Again

When I came home yesterday I hugged the door frame and kissed the filth

Wallowed in the disarray and polished the cat.

Starbuck free-zone looked good

War torn kitchen boded happiness

Slicked-warm cat hummed

Sink-sogged-glued plug beamed warm

Askew books bumped about

Zinging dust fur trails zang loose

Lingering lumpy gravy fat just sat