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i'm off to buy a pumpkin and sugary treats

there won't be many knocking at my apartment door

but there are kids in the building

and i'd hate to disappoint

then, salt and bake the seeds

and call antoinette to come over to bake a pie

we'll call colin and marcy and have a party tonight, here

no dancing, no costumes

just some local revelry, wine and, oh hell, catan, there, i said it

i'm a catan nerd

we all are, all but colin and marcy, which leaves me and antoinette

and she isn't, not really, she's a poetess

and a harrisoness, as in a devotee of the church of george

which leaves me

this poet business is a guise

or a habit

or a hobby

i'm pretty sure there's no money in it, no future

and as the words are on line, not on paper

they will one day be gone, after i accidentally hit the wrong

combination of keys

or disappear from the site as people do

but that's in the future, i'm off to buy a pumpkin and sugary treats

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