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The Mirror and The Fountain
The telephone rang, handset rattling up into the air.
I jumped out of my skin and turned to look at it.
It was my doctor calling to tell me I was sick.
He said that I would surely be dead in sixty years.
I jumped out of my skin and turned to look at it.
I was so scared that my eyes popped out of my head.
He said that I would surely be dead in sixty years.
My third wife's son turned on the television set.
I was so scared that my eyes popped out of my head.
I wanted quiet, I ran around turning everything off.
My third wife's son turned on the television set.
The man inside said my clothes were too cheap.
I wanted quiet, I ran around turning everything off.
I even unplugged the microwave and the fridge.
The man inside said my clothes were too cheap.
He wore a Mylex suit and a Geiger counter.
I even unplugged the microwave and the fridge.
But the poison was everywhere, my doctor said.
He wore a Mylex suit and a Geiger counter
whenever he saw me come into his office.
But the poison was everywhere, my doctor said.
He made a face like my worst boss would make
whenever he saw me come into his office.
His secretary would be under the desk, hiding.
He made a face like my worst boss would make
if he knew that he had been poisoned to death.
His secretary would be under the desk, hiding.
Her makeup was a mess, her dress was torn.
If he knew that he had been poisoned to death,
should a man tell his third wife about the news?
Her makeup was a mess, her dress was torn.
With that boss, she had problems of her own.
Should a man tell his third wife about the news?
There was nothing else to be done about it.
With that boss, she had problems of her own.
I waited after seeing him for three days, until
there was nothing else to be done about it.
It was my doctor calling to tell me I was sick.
I waited after seeing him for three days, until
the telephone rang, handset rattling up into the air.
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