This morning I dreamt of tape worms and wrong turns,
of giant rats with red fur, men with guns, silk ensconced imbeciles,
tape measuring crones, and attacking pink snakes.
Only the rats and imbecile let me be.
Now that I'm awake a hint of winter blankets the mountains.
I sit here wearing warm socks and a turtle neck.
The fire is lit, and there are homemade cinnamon rolls
on the stove...
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