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Bathrooms Floors of linoleum Worn through to wood Were rude to my wet feet We could not eat rugs But the neighbors Had doors that locked I’d secretly remove my shoes Wallowing in the softness My wife and daughter Shake their heads again At one more peculiarity And my odd ideas of wealth |
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